Barely halfway down

Hello,     

I grew up with horses. Somewhere there's a picture of me as a toddler on my Uncle Jay's big black horse Ace. I'm gripping the saddle horn, my legs barely halfway down the jockey flaps, grinning. As I grew, I measured my height not in doorways, but by the length of my stirrups.God, I loved to ride. Lots of little girls go through a horse phase but mine was all consuming and everlasting. It helped that I grew up in horse country and had a way with animals. From a young age, I understood horses and they understood me. I also had some serious guts for riding the wild ones.I always loved difficult horses: Oreo an ornry Shetland, Sam the fractious ex racehorse, Sugarfoot the hotheaded barrel racer, Lucy, also a neurotic thoroughbred, Saturday the slightly wicked driving pony and abruptly last, Dakota.

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John Lowman | derek.stewart@takefreshtech.com | 2174, Carolyns Circle, Arlington, TX 76011 | 214-660-2525
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