What We Do for Love
When I was 11, I fell in love with horseback riding. This was no childhood crush. I loved it. I had always loved horses and dreamed of riding. Before I was allowed to ride, my parents had given me a wood stump in the backyard to “act” as my horse. I cared for and fed that horse stump daily and “rode” it until they finally caved in and let me try riding. It was even better than I had imagined.
Every night after my first real rides, I would lie in my bed and close my eyes and envision myself in full equestrian gear astride a beautiful mare, the exhilarating soundlessness as we jumped, the excitement and power of the landing, the thrill of the cheers as we completed the course. But horseback riding lessons were expensive, ...