Words of inspiration for aspiring writers
I don’t have a conscious memory of my first time on a pony, but I do have a photo. In the blue-tinted picture, I am three-and-a-half years old and sitting astride a shaggy, black steed named Cricket. I’m sporting a red bandana, and the look on my face says it all – this is love. My younger sister is perched behind me wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt and a much less enthusiastic expression.
As I grew older, my love of horses grew with me. By the time I was twelve, I was taking riding lessons. I even got to…
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