Yeehaw, round ’em up and move ’em out

When I was eight or nine, I wanted a horse. I begged my parents for one for several weeks. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but I still wanted one. I can’t blame my mom and dad for not getting me one. I wanted no parts of the daily feeding or caring of a horse. I wanted one because I loved “playing cowboy” and wanted to have the horse to be the pièce de résistance to my costume.

Think Yellowstone, the American TV series starring Kevin Costner, before Yellowstone was a thing.

Oh, Blaze — the name I gave my imaginary horse — never became a reality, but it didn’t dampen my enthusiasm. I loved putting on my cowboy boots and imaging I was out in the Wild, Wild West, driving cattle from Texas to the Kansas railroads and fighting off ruthless bandits and Billy the Kid types. What can I say? I had an active imagination from an early age.

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I found myself thinking about my imaginary Blaze and the fun I had playing dress-up recently in pulling together my post today on The Heart of The Matter on child’s play and how even adults get in on the act. As I mention in Playing dress-up, I’ve never attended a Comic Con event, but I know exactly what character I would dress-up as.

This time around I’d probably pass-up the chance to be a cowhand or cowboy. And there would be no, Pokemon, Star Wars or Star Trek, or Disney costumes here. I would go old school. Superman, any one?

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Who wouldn’t want to leap tall buildings in a single bound? Who wouldn’t want to be the Man of Steel?

What was your favorite dress-up character when you were a kid? Have you attended Comic Con? Do you dress up at Halloween or do you just leave it to the kids?

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37 thoughts on “Yeehaw, round ’em up and move ’em out”

  1. My sister started nagging my parents at 2-3. Kept trying to convince my father that there was room in our backyard. Fast forward 13-14 years and she was befriending those with horses a few miles from home; offering to muck out the stalls, if she could ride in exchange. She was so enthusiastic, she had the rights to ride over the son of the owner! Fast forward another 3-4 years and she was the proud owner of her first horse.

    I don’t do Comicon either, except to go visit my nieces’ stalls. And I don’t dress up. I loathe Hallowe’en. But you enjoy 😉

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    1. Aww, that’s cool about your sister. Do ever ride with your niece? I grew up in a farming community, but mainly those farms just had cows, they didn’t have a ton of horses and they certainly didn’t ride for enjoyment. I think under the right circumstances I could have been a “horse” person. I’m not big into comics, but I would love to go to a convention for the people watching. I think that would be interesting. I’m not too big on Halloween. Too much hassle for one night. Yes, I’m spoil sport. Ha, ha.

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      1. Cool for my sister. Ride with my niece? You mean my sister! 😉 Rarely. Her friend just got herself a new one so the occasion should arise that I’ll be able to go soon.
        The convention is quite the eye-opener. Let’s just say there are some enthusiastic participants!

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      3. 😉
        She loves it. She boards her horse so the feeding is taken care of, and they let them out, depending on the weather. She even has a guy who rides her horse (Fée – which means Fairy) and keeps her exercised when my sister can’t go – my sister goes at least twice per week.

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  2. This is too funny, Brain! You are E.A. are both tapping the nostalgia keg this morning. I liked dressing up as Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers with my cousins, but have never attended a Comic Con.

    Also, similar to Dale’s sister, my little sister was obsessed with horses and ended up finding someone up the road who offered cheap lessons. She never got her pony, but it sure scratched that itch.

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  3. “Blazing Saddles” eh? 🤠🐎🤠 Well, since Yellowstone made cowboys glamourous again, you can still play dress up Brian! Howdy Partna’! 😁 Outside of wanting to be a NASCAR race car driver, the scope of my imagination didn’t capture dressing up like a superhero, but I guess I had a need for speed! LOL 😂😜🤣

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    1. Hey, I’m with you Kym, I feel the need for speed. Of course, when I was driving this weekend, going 70 in a 65 zone and yelling at the guys who wanted me to move over. “Hey, what’s your hurry.” Ha, ha, no, I was flying with all the rest of ’em.

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      1. That’s how we do it my Comedic Speed Demon. 😜 I am a beast on the road too, even if it is just 5 miles over the speed limit! (Usually it’s more, but I’m not admitting to no wrong doing!) 🤣 Keep on truckin’ baby!!! 🚗🚙🚗

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  5. I also wanted a horse when we moved “out in the country” when I was in second grade. My best friend at the time had two Shetland ponies. They also had a few broken down out buildings we’d play in and ride the ponies. We were living in the wild wild west as pioneers! My dad asked our neighbor who raised thoroughbreds to put me to work one summer, mucking out the stalls. I got over wanting a horse. Then my parents divorced, he and his new wife adopted two daughters and bought horses. I felt ripped off!

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    1. Oh, yea, I would feel ripped off too. Where’s the fairness! Ha, ha. And yes, I get how mucking stalls would kill that desire real quick. In my dream, where I own a horse farm, I surprisingly never dream about cleaning out the stalls. Funny. Ha, ha.

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  6. Such a great post cowboy, I mean Brian! I remember how imaginative our play was as kids. My sister and I would act like Anne Frank and hide out in the closets with our baby dolls (I’m a little older than you, okay a lot, and the war was over only a decade or so before I was born) Or we would play mermaid in the pool, and then Barbie came along and it was all about Ken. Like you, Brian, I went through a horse phase and begged my parents for one. We lived in the suburbs, no place for a horse, but I was obsessed. Thanks for the trip back in time. Hugs, C

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    1. I keep joking with my wife that if you take away the cleaning the stalls, the daily feeding and bathing, and all the work . . . I would definitely open a horse farm in retirement. She just rolls her eyes at me. Ha, ha. I’m kidding, but a guy can dream. Yea, I came a little later, but Anne Frank was a hero of mine too. Thanks for reading Cheryl, appreciate the feedback.

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  11. Brian, this is the year you have to attend a Comic Con. The fandom culture is wonderfully all ages and inclusive now and I love intergenerational cosplay. Do it do it do it! 😊🙏

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    1. Ha, ha, you’re twisting my arm Ab. It definitely sounds interesting. I always think I’m a fan of certain series, etc., but I’m not a super fan and can’t tell you when Superman first started publishing or in which episode Capt. Picard did something. I have general knowledge, but not deep knowledge. Ha, ha, but it sounds very inviting. I’ll have to give it a try.

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  12. Love this, Brian, and I love the Clark Kent/Superman idea! Go for it! I never really thought about dressing up as a super hero because when I was young, I wanted to be ‘a singer.’ So, instead of dressing up, I’d perform pretend concerts in the living room with imaginary audiences (except for family) and that would be my way of dressing up…to sing my heart out in the spotlight. 🙂 What a fun post! 🎼🎶

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    1. Oh, that counts Lauren. I have no musical talent so there’s no way that I would dress up as a musician or band member. I once had to dress up as a rock star for a silly play we did in college and even there I wasn’t very convincing. You could just tell that I didn’t have any musical talent. Ha, ha.

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