4-9-24
When I
was 11 I learned to fly.
That’s
when I started
horseback
riding
I was
chubby
and not
at all athletic
but I
got on a horse
and I
could FLY
There
was nothing better.
I wasn’t
a natural
I took
lessons
I
struggled to balance,
to post,
to keep
my hands soft,
to keep
heels down, eyes up
But
somehow the struggles
on top of
a horse
were challenges
I wanted
Unlike
the struggles
in gym
class
to throw
and hit a ball,
to climb
a rope,
to run a
mile,
that
humiliated me
Because
riding
I was never
alone.
It was never
them against me,
the
horse with me.
It was
us,
and we
could fly.
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