He was just a little colt when we first saw him, but he held his head high and pranced proudly, his chestnut coat and white socks gleaming in the sun. My dad bought him for my sisters and me, and we named our pony Prince. 

My older sister rode him when we first brought him home. But when she outgrew him, I learned to ride, and Prince learned how to enjoy being ridden. We became good friends. I loved brushing him, kissing his neck with its sweet pony smell, and just lying in the grass reading a book while he grazed nearby. Best of all, I loved trotting him through the woods and fields behind our house, exploring new trails or weaving our way among the wild blueberry bushes.

If there was anything I liked even more than being with Prince, it was going to Christian Science Sunday School. Learning about God, Spirit, the ever-present good that is Love, gave me a deep, warm feeling. Sometimes, discovering new meaning in a Bible verse was as wonderful to me as discovering a big hay field at the end of a wooded trail. And having healings was as joyful as galloping home at top speed.