Summer meant long days playing – what? Horses, of course. If I wasn’t riding the horse, I was pretending to be the horse. My friend, Lisa Wilhelm, and I would set up “jumps”. We would pretend to be the horse that did or did not want to go over the jump. We would stall and buck and kick. We would run around wildly and then pull in the reigns: “whoa… easy…”, talking to ourselves, the horses, as we turned in circles. And then we took off again.

Cantering. Jumping. Running together.

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