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When I was around 13 years old, I took horseback riding lessons from Jan Swoope at her house in the Prairie. Each day, my mother would drop me in Jan’s driveway. I’d walk past the hollowed out tree trunk her son Dudley used as a playhouse — I was always envious of such a whimsical play place — and head straight to the barn, where I would brush the horses and clean their hooves as Jan had taught me.
over 3 years ago