"Jennifer, please come in here," my Dad said. "We have something to tell you."
It wasn't often that I summoned to my parents' bedroom. I searched my memory for recent transgressions. Nothing came to mind, but still, I was concerned. I walked into the room, sat gingerly on the corner of the bed and waited.
"Your Mom and I have signed you up for riding lessons," Dad told me. "Eastern style."
I could not believe my ears. I had been asking for riding lessons for years, and now - finally! - it was going to happen. I was so excited, I didn't even bother correcting his word choice, at least not out loud.
English, Dad. Not Eastern.
Today is the forty second anniversary of my riding first lesson. I marked the occasion with a ride on Delilah.I am older, wiser and a much better rider, but also, the same horse crazy girl who's read every single horse book in the library. It's who I am. It's what I'll always be.