I have never had an overwhelming desire to be anything vocationally. Unless of course you take into account the time I was a horse-obsessed little girl with Olympic equestrienne aspirations. I also wanted to be a writer of books about girls and ponies. This was fueled by my extensive and voracious reading of the Jill books. Inspired by Jill’s mother a writer of best-selling children’s books, I imagined myself in my light filled study, looking out at the orchard on my stately property, leisurely penning volumes about girls and their ponies and generally wafting about. In retrospect, it was quite a romantic yet extremely misguided idea for a first generation Australian girl of Macedonian origin. Never mind the point is I fucking loved those books and for that matter, any other books on the topic of ponies and horses. Given my fast growing penchant for reading, I soon began exploring beyond the genre and quickly realized that I would in fact never be a writer! Or an Olympic equestrienne, although I gave the horse-riding a red-hot go and practically all my money for the best part of 2 decades. Behold, a visual journey depicting me and my equines!
Jesus wept, was that really me? I do miss it.
Wow – what fun filled days they were eh?
Would love to be back there
Me too Siobhan! I wish I had known at the time that I would never see the likes of those golden days again. Kind of really sad. Come back to Australia!