Growing up on Long Island New York, I can remember spending my early child hood summers eating salt bagels clumped with butter, washing them down with chocolate milk while I watched the "Price is Right". My mother, who noticed I was real happy in stretchy pants signed me up for horse back riding lessons. I went to that first lesson willingly, due to the fact that it was Saturday and the "Price is Right" wasn't on and I was promised a salt bagel after the ride. Well, that was the beginning of the end. I got on that old chestnut horse named Torch and I was in love. I ditched Bob Barker & my stretchy pants for horses. I took that first lesson when I was 9 and now I'm almost 33. There has barely been a day that has gone by that I haven't been around a horse. Everything I have done in my life has wrapped around that first riding lesson on Torch.
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