This is me, 8 years old, living in the hippy house truck. This is right after my California dreams of Elton John and the Match Game were crushed. During this new episode of my life I would identify intensely with Laura Ingalls Wilder, wearing all my shirts buttoned up to my chin because she did. We both lived in covered trailers of sorts, and spent a lot of time on the road. When we stopped, we both had to draw water from streams and make camp wherever we were. We both froze our asses off in the winter. In this picture I am proudly displaying my latest horse art. Which I still do, 32 years later.