There I was, finally ready to get on a horse. I kept thinking about the place in NJ where I didn't get to ride one, but where I decided I would one day. That was 20 years ago. I started chattering as I do when I my adrenaline levels go up. I decided that I must do something to make this thing go smoothly. "BE ONE WITH THE HORSE", said I, out loud, so I could hear it from inside and out. In my oneness with Pipi Long Stocking, the horse who seemed in constant hurry, I learned the rhythms on this new form of movement. I conquered a piece of the desert in a line with 9 other people. That's living!