Granddad makes me laugh. He's witty and funny. He'll comment about a situation, or he'll act something out. He pretends he is a little boy and laughs and carries on. He'll take my right hand in his left and we'll twittle our thumbs together. We've had serious contests to see who could hold a poker face the longest. I laugh for the shear excitement of laughing with Granddad.
Jackie makes me laugh. Something about being really close, and then doing something silly will make us both laugh. It becomes funnier than the situation should have been which makes us laugh longer and harder. The most recent time was last spring: I tried to give Jackie a leg up on her horse, Cooper, but Cooper walked away. We both found it funny, and laughing, we tried again. I couldn't throw her up being compromised with laughter so it ended poorly. We both just stood there and laughed - for no good reason - which made it funnier. Eventually, we both pulled oursleves together and I threw her on her horse.
Fro made me laugh. He would do silly things. Suck his tongue. Yawn really big. Be scared of the miniature horses. And I would laugh at his sillyness. Sometimes he would buck just because he was fresh and the weather was cool. I would sit on him and let him buck a little and run, and laugh.
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