- Elizabeth Moore
I was four years old and I was dreaming of seeing this big black and white horse with me on its back. I knew when I opened my eyes that morning I was going to have fun. I was saying the whole car ride there,”Are we there yet?”The moment I was about to explode we pulled into this dirt road with an old swing set and white house with the paint chipping off of it. It didn’t seem the slightest bit welcoming but you could hear the cows mooing and the hens clucking.
“This is Windswept Farm, LuLu," my dad said.