My first memory took place in this barn. My family went to the river pasture for a horseback ride – my Dad riding Chipper, one of my brothers on Joe, and my Mom on Candy (with me sitting up front). It started to pour, a good heavy rainfall, so we went inside this old barn for shelter. There were two baby colts with us – Brandy and Tequila – and instead of staying inside where it was dry, they ran out to frolic in the rain. I was three.

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