From the earliest I can remember I loved horses. In this picture we were on vacation in Colorado. I was so excited for the first time I was going to ride on a horse by myself. I remember them hoisting me up. I remember that silly blue helmet they made me wear, I guess to protect me in case I fell off. What I remember most is loving it. It was a little scary being up so high, but I loved it and I just knew I wasn’t going to fall off.
There is something about a horse. I still love it. I don’t think there has been a time when I’ve been on a horse that I haven’t felt wonderful and free. I feel like it’s where I belong.
It’s a little bit the same being here at school. This is something I’ve wanted for so long and now here I am. It’s a little scary, especially when the classes are tough. Maybe I need a blue helmet. I guess I’m just a bigger girl on a larger horse, and again it’s going to be the ride of my life.