rocking horse jesus

while searching for something in the garage yesterday i came across a box of photos, and thought i'd post one today. i remember the horse quite well. the older he got the louder his springs would squeak. he also seemed to bottom out on more aggressive rides as i got bigger too. of course when my little brother came along i give up a lot of time on solo rides.
seeing this makes me think of a story idea i had once about a magical horse from an old carousel carved in wood by hand. in the old times the master carver would sometimes do the outside portion leaving the inside to be completed by the younger less skilled apprentice. the idea being the apprentice had a chance to learn the craft by copying the master in a mirror fashion while mistakes would be less obvious to the viewing public.
in the story the horse along with the other animals on the carousel now sit alone in a warehouse recounting their tales of creation and adventure, but speak as two halves, the outer and the inner, sometimes arguing with themselves. perhaps i'll finish and post it too someday. for now i like the look on this little guy's face because he looks happy. happy to ride under jesus' watchful eye.