The first time I got on a horse it was a game. That was the same year I drove a truck, the first thing I drove other than a bike, or a horse, or a big wheel. We went out on the landing strip which was really just smoothed and graded gravel bound with cement. First on the horses, then in the Ford. One of them had a couple of pit bulls, and a waterbed. No one had bugs in their apartments. The swimming pool did have drowned scorpions on its floor. I wanted to go back there. But then, when it was time to do that, I wanted to stay where I was.
by Hank Cherry