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Life is funny, you get older and when reflecting back, you regret the way you were or what you did. I loved learning, but only what held my interest, and I especially was into the sports and gymnastics. I never continued my education, and regret not becoming a physical therapist. I did however, get to work doing things I really enjoyed and loved. The first, of course, was working with horses, where we travelled extensively on the show circuit. I also worked at a rehab farm, where we did recuperation procedures on some to the top show jumpers. When I was tired of the cold during the winter months, I went indoors to the food business. I met alot of interesting people in that walk of life, both friendly and fun, and some not so friendly, but the special person that will always come to mind, was a very nice young man that had been born with Terrets. He was not comfortable with many people, but he was with me, especially when I brought himn to the barn to meet the horses. He unfortunately died at an early age because of his disease, and I was the last to have spoken with him. My other fun job was a trail guide in the Poconos, taking out all types of vacationers that stayed at our resort. Had I made notes of the incidents I dealt with on a daily basis, I could have wriiten a funny book of short stories. Men mostly gave me the biggest laugh. The kids were always a challenge and also very funny. I got plenty of hugs when we returned to the barn. Florida was a place I wanted to move to for quite awhile. It did not welcome me with open arms. For all the riding I did up north, and sometimes dangerous, as I loved cross country jumping, where you fall down and not the jump, if you miscalculate the distance. I was also riding a horse that nowhere in the breed history, was any reference to jumping. I had my first riding accident shortly after arriving here in the sunshine state, and then had another two years ago. In between those riding accidents, I also had a mishap in someones house looking at puppies, that had me back in the hospital for a week. All my friends still up north advised me to get the heck out of Florida, but the stubborn Leo in me refused, so I'm still here. Because I love to be outdoors, and still keep active, I took up agility with two of my dogs. The little diva Dachshund has competed, but she's frustrating as she has the ability to be top in her eight inch class, she can easily make you think that she has never set eyes on these obstacles, and generally looks to spectators to come and remove her from this situation. She actually on two occasions ignored my signal, and went and jumped on the jump setters lap. That got her quite a bit of applause. My friend here that I have known for about twenty three or so years, is looking to move north, closer to her son in DC., and I have committed to go also, to do the horses with and for her. That may put us closer to home, as she is from Long Island, Dale is from Buffalo, and me and Ct. Since our next reunion we'll be almost 70, I'm thinking closer will be better.