When you are only nine or ten years old, you search for things to do, and usually you like to copy after older members of the family, even though it may be "far fetched".
It would be hard to imagine stick horses, but my older sister, near my age, and I, had a modest herd of the critters. They consisted of fairly sturdy sticks or smooth poles an inch or less in diameter and about three or four feet long. These imaginary horses were straddled between our legs and held by a hand -made bridle. These bridles were made of various strings or cords that we could easily find. Some of these were platted or hand crocheted with brightly colored materials to make the "horses" heads look pretty. Of course, there were no heads!
We had "towns" scattered over the yard with far-away names like Denton, Dallas, Lawton and Paris. We would ride our horses to them regularly. These towns were usually a pile of rocks or patches of milkweed near the barn.
Many hours were spent with these imaginary horses.