About 6-7 years ago my sister, who is a few years older than me, was volunteering at a therapeutic horse farm, when I went with my dad to go pick her up. I decided to go in to see the horses when we got there because she wasn't ready to leave. When I went in I saw all the horses and fell in love instantly. I volunteered there for about four years, and loved every minute of it. I fell in love with the horses, volunteers and riders. The riders are all physically, mentally or emotionally challenged; some being autistic, some considering suicide, others blind, the list is endless. Most of the riders were kids, the youngest being about 4 years old; not all were kids though some of the riders were grown adults some as old as 80 or more. When I was volunteering there I couldn't imagine living my life without horses, but also the riders. I eventually would like to own my own horse farm and do this too. This is what makes me, me. So I guess you could say that I am who I am partially because of my sister, but I also have to say that my mom is a big part of who I am, she has always supported me in what ever I decide to do.
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