“Writing a once upon a time fairy tale about a little girl and her horses.”
“What happened?”
“She didn’t want to grow up. She was so happy on the back of her horses. Running wild and free across pastures and through the trees. The barn was her castle surrounded by her kingdom known as Mother Nature.”
“And then what?”
“Alas, she married her Prince Charming who had his own castle and pastures.”
“Is that picture of your old horses?”
“Hey, we have a barn and pastures. I think your story’s about you and dad.”
"Could be.”