When I was working, I was into horses. I loved my huge horse, and because I was a equine vet tech for a huge local equine vet, I was always offered horses for free. I got my 6 year old daughter a pony and even bought her a saddle. I placed my daughter on the pony, my ex wife forgot to tighten the saddle, and she immediately fell to the ground, and fractured her arm. I felt so bad that I decided to make my daughter her very own horse barn, and bought lots of Breyer horses to fit in there. It took a month to built, working 3-4 hours a night, just trying to remove the guilt from her breaking her arm.
Now that my daughter is 30 years old, I now allow my 6 year old granddaughter to play with it, but will always be my daughter's barn. I hope you like...
Now that my daughter is 30 years old, I now allow my 6 year old granddaughter to play with it, but will always be my daughter's barn. I hope you like...
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