Changes
Growing up I had he chance to do a little horseback riding. I loved it, wasn't particulary good at it, but liked it enough. But with time, I begun to hate it. Tryin to have one of those huge and beautiful creatures to follow my will no matter their thinking capacity is just not making me comfortable. I love caring for them and having them around. Watching experienced riders do their thing is always impressive and gracious. But it is not for me. I rode in Prineville for a short walk but didn't fully enjoy it.
And it still scares me. I don't need it to be happy anyway.
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