Once we got to our destination—to the sunny side of Washington state to visit really good friends of ours—I thought I would try to conquer one of my fears: horses.
Oh, I used to ride them. Quite often. Then, one time after another, bad things happened: I was bucked off, stepped on, run into a metal handrail, run into an apple tree and those are the ones that I remember.
It might not look like much, but a) I’m in the same pen as the horse, and b) I actually touched it. That’s more than I did the last time I was here to visit.
Will I ever get on the horse? Uh…well…we shall see.
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