Friday, July 18
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Like most little girls, I loved horses whole heartedly. I was lucky enough to own a horse at a young age. I competed, trained, and learned the responsibility of loving and caring for something other than myself. I love things that are bigger than me: mammals that have willpower, strength, and whose breath is warm and velvety. I was required to spend four plus days per week with my little bay mammal and sometimes the responsibility overwhelmed me. Sometimes we did not like each other. Sometimes I just wanted to go out with friends. But on extra chilly Tuesday winter evenings, when I had to ice skate from the car to the icicle decorated barn door, I loved the feeling of laying my hand on a warm body after we had just spent hours jumping and kicking and running around. And most of all I loved the quiet summer moments when it was just me and a little beast somewhere in a field ready to run. Eventually my parents and I sold the horses and I joined cross country, got a boyfriend, and spent late nights on stage crew painting theater sets. But I still love to fly-- driving, biking, riding around somewhere with the breeze making it almost difficult to breath. And most of all, I miss not fearing flying-- to not think twice about the danger or potential consequence of flying but just focus on the moment-to-moment
posted by Jenny Friday, July 18, 2008
