I can imagine that old framed picture of me, butch blonde hair amiss, smile as big as Texas, riding Candy.
Candy was our rodeo friends' sorrel bomb-proof mare. Since I was too young to participate, I got the pleasure of cooling her down after the boy's finished goat tying on her at Little Britches Rodeos. Oh, how I thought I was on top of the world at that moment. Back in those days, ball caps were not the staple of my wardrobe. Thank goodness I've grown out of the shaggy butch cut and learned to cover those bad hair days with a ballcap.
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