The lost horseThe first winter in Stockholm, when I was seven and going to first grade, I had this shiny horse pinned to my coat. It is just a cheap thing, but it was a very sad loss when it disappeared one day at school.In the spring, when the snow had melted in the schoolyard, I found a horse just like mine. I found my horse! Or was it? Hadn't mine been just a little bit sturdier, somehow? I brought it home, and I still have it. But I never wore it again as a child: I could never be sure it was exactly the same horse. Could I really be so lucky? Or was somebody else missing her brooch just as much as I had missed mine? Currently the horse is on the padded black vest I wore a few times this winter, crammed with old brooches, pins and badges. I scanned it in order to put the story into my Kindergarten autobiography. |