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I was raised on a horse. A great horse. He would feel us leaning one direction and he'd tilt his body the other to keep us on. I don't recall ever falling off him. And my mom had him before I was born. He died when I went to college. Great animal. Wise, gentle, kind. Loved him.

My donkey (too poor for horses for us kids) was named Misty and I named her offspring Velvet. Some of my defining moments of my life happened with either a horse, pony or donkey. --And to a fourth grade girl, they were all equal.

I'm sad to say I'm living in the suburbs and my children are being raised without horses. They're missing something.

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