When I first started fencing, I imagined the only gear I'd need is a cutlass, some of those thigh-high leather boots sported by Errol Flynn in Captain Blood, and a chandelier full of candles to show my enemies how sharp my weapon is. Who would have thought fencing is a full contact, anaerobic sport that requires an ocean of protective gear?
$130 to visit a boyfriend at his college in Virginia. I spent hours on a bus imagining how great it was going to be to see him, only to spend a week being largely ignored. He broke up with me a few weeks later via AIM.
Horses connect me to my personal and collective past and I think without them I would die a sad, slow, urban death.