Little brothers

Children didn't have a lot of toys when I was a little girl--oh we had some toys but nothing like the children nowadays. We used our imagination and created things to play with. Mickey had all that he needed--in the little quarter horse Daddy bought him. Her name was Crybaby--she was a short compact heavy muscled sorrel-and would do ANYTHING he wanted her to do. He roped on her--competed in pole bending--she was good at running the barrels because she very fast. He had the patience to train her to do whatever he wanted--truthfully as long as he was fooling with a horse he was happy and content. Mike would work along with him but if we were playing rodeo Mike would use Daddy's horse. Seems we played rodeo REAL often--like everyday! I would normarly be the announcer and Cinda would clap and cheer. We had an old billy goat --(lands alive I can still remember how bad he smelled) they roped him for awhile until the goat got wise to it. He would go off and hide if he saw Mickey or Mike saddling the horses.
Someone left a mean ole jackass at our house once--now that got to be really fun!! They turned into bronc riders--got their tails thrown off the first few times but was persistent in trying for that 8 second ride... guess that was the first of many ,many 8 second rides for both of my brothers--they were good at what they did!
They had some little metal horses that we would play in the sand with--didn't have a truck or horse trailer so we made them out of match boxes--we'd pick up twigs from tree limbs and build our horse lot out of that. Onetime I carried a little doll out to play with her and fixed her up with a little match box car --colored bright red--really a snazzy little rig--heck I told them she was a cowgirl but before you could say "coming out of chute # 1"--Mike had stepped on the snazzy little rig and Mick had pulled the dolls arm off---they threw a fit that I would try to play with a doll in their rodeo.. NOT TO WORRY though because their sister stepped on the silly horses and bent them--trashed the precious rodeo fences and proceeded to knock the fire out of them--of course the fight was on. Cinda would get scared when we would get to fighting and would run to the house for Momma. Mom could call out our names in such a way that all action ceased in a hurry...
We would fight and fuss but don't all siblings? Not a one of us ever questioned that we were loved by the other. They were the best!