#19: Horsing Around
Like many girls, I went through a horse obsession phase when I was about 12. I had never ridden a horse, but I was absolutely certain that if I ever got the chance, I would be a beautiful and graceful maiden riding through a forest and it would be like the cover of an Enya album.

So this job sounds like my jam—hang out with horses and make sure they look pretty? Sign me up! Of course, I’m a little worried about the “check to make sure they’re not dead” bit—what in the world is going on at horse shows that there’s a chance the horses will die in the night?—but it’s a risk I’m willing to take to live out my 12-year-old dreams.
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