Article November 8, 1982 ISSUE

See things as they really are

NANCY ALLEN

Recently I recalled vividly some of my childhood make-believe. I loved horses and riding, but I didn't have a pony of my own. Tucked away in an old barn, however, there was a grindstone on a frame, complete with saddle and pedal to make the wheel go round. I could sit for hours on that saddle, pedaling furiously, pretending that I was riding a real pony—uphill and down dale, almost feeling the wind and rain on my face, or so I believed! Nothing seemed impossible to that "pony" and me.

Since those days I have become a student of Christian Science, and I am learning daily and hourly the significance of what we accept as true of ourselves and of what we do, see, hear, and feel in the world about us.

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