When I was younger, I had a fascination with horses. I would go to the school library and check out the biggest, fattest horse book they had available. Then I would take it home with me and sit outside in the grass browsing through all the different kinds, marvling over the colors and which ones I would love to own. This was when I was about 8 or 9 and lived in Hawaii, and also a time when my dad use to be a rodeo cowboy – no joke. My dad use to ride bulls and do some horse racing when we lived in Hawaii. I have fond memories of watching him compete. He had the nicest pair of equestrian boots, cowboy hat and jeans and a huge belt buckle to go along with it. I miss those days…I never got into horse racing like I wanted and we never owned our own horses like my mom and dad planned, but it was nice to have the experiences.