• Life After the Donkey

    Texas Memories When I was growing up we lived on the outskirts of town had some benefits other kids didn’t have. The fields and wildlife were my natural playground and I loved it! One of the fields was where an old-timer had a donkey, a couple of cows and a horse or two. One Sunday afternoon we went for our after lunch walk and my dad decided to let me experience riding on the back of the neighbor’s donkey – without a saddle! Mr. Donkey was always such a friendly fellow poking his head over the fence for carrots and hay. His eyes were so dark, fringed with long and…