When I was fourteen I fell in love with whales. I still think they're beautiful creatures and retain a silly amount of knowledge of the different types and their migration patterns and things like that. Similarly, but ultimately more intensely, I went through the obligatory horse-crazy phase from the ages of about 9 to 16, complete with my very own ponies and pony club membership and The Saddle Club taped from the ABC on VHS. Some of my fondest memories are of me and my sisters traipsing around the paddock in jodhpurs, building jumps out of old trees, and riding bareback into the dam in the middle of summer, and galloping so fast through the cleared bush that everything except my pony's bobbing head became a complete blur.
One day, when I'm old, I'm going to move back home to the country. Except maybe closer to the ocean. I'm going to get some land, some horses, maybe some chickens and an old dog, grow vegetables, and flowers. I'll grow my hair long even though it'll be grey and I'll wear my flower crowns and my birds every day like I do now. I don't know how the years are going to turn out between now and then, but it is nice to have that end of my life quite certainly decided on.
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