GUEST POST: Brigid Kemmerer
All around the reviewer circuit, people are going gaga over Storm . I was definitely intrigued and after reading it, I can see what the hype is about. Brigid is a great storyteller, and now she's here to tell a story of her own. Give her a warm welcome! :-) ***************************** Barbed Wire Snaps When You Bend It: A lesson In Growing Up When I was 12 years old, I rode horses at this farm in Montgomery County. I had to clean like twenty stalls to ride one horse for an hour, but I was 12 and I didn't care. It was a real, live horse, and I got to ride it. Since I was a decently competent rider (i.e., I could stay on the horse's back), I could pretty much do what I wanted, without supervision. This was twenty years ago and it wasn't a "lesson facility," so there were no rules like, "Don't jump when you're alone," or, "Don't go on trail rides by yourself." Seriously, the woman who owned the place would say, ...