I've been wanting a horse all my life. Since I was three years old, all I ever wanted for Christmas or birthday was a horse. Every birthday candle I blew out, every evening star I wished on, every wishbone, every penny in a fountain, it was always a horse. When I was eleven I was promised one and it was held over my head for four years.  "Do this, be that, be perfect, and maybe we'll consider you worthy of having a horse." At fifteen I realized I was never going to get one, and was left with the conviction that it was because I didn't deserve one. A few years ago I took riding lessons, but had questionable instructors and had to quit when the fees were suddenly doubled. I mucked stalls for a friend but never got to ride. Two years ago I put my house on the market in hopes of being able to buy a cheaper property out in the county where I could have a horse, but couldn't make the money work out.
    Today I found a stable that would let me have a lease horse in exchange for stable work.
    I'm like, "You mean, you'll let me muck stalls, sweep up, feed and groom horses, AND you're going to let me pretend I own one of them? COOL!" The horse she's letting me have is a pedigreed quarter horse mare. Four years old, roan-colored, not very tall. Racing stock, but she doesn't like to run so she ended up a pet.
    I'm in shock. After fifty-four years I'm finally going to be a horsey person.