And then Daddy let slip that it’s not horseback riding lessons, it’s horseback riding therapy. Been there, done that. Thanks, but no thanks. Since Mom died I’ve done a gazillion therapies, and I totally don’t see the point,To Fly Without Wings,And then Daddy let slip that it’s not horseback riding lessons, it’s horseback riding therapy. Been there, done that. Thanks, but no thanks. Since Mom died I’ve done a gazillion therapies, and I totally don’t see the point
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Y ou gotta be kidding. I am not not not getting on that… that… thing. It’s bigger than my house!
I raise my eyes to Libby.
“You ready Ellie?” Libby asks.
When Daddy said I could learn how to ride a horse I was picturing like a smaller horse. A pony maybe. Or a friendly horse. This one looks… aggressive.
“Your left foot goes here in the stirrup and you grab the horn with your left hand.”
Horn? I don’t see a horn. I see a joystick poking up out of a rowboat. I’m guessing the rowboat’s the saddle.
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