Passion. Part 1

Everyone has that passion, that love, that favorite hobby. Some people are destined for politics, others to be teachers. Some love music, some become photographers.
Then there's me.
I was the typical horse-crazy little girl. But because of family circumstances I could never ride, aside from the occasional trail ride. When I was eleven I went to a week long horse day camp- and absolutely loved it. I remember that summer I had a pair of black cowboy boots, which my aunt had bought for me. I wore them everywhere, and the girls at the horse camp oohed and awed at the shiny black leather and little silver details. Yet that horse-filled summer was short lived. School started, and along with it my sports. I played soccer and took tap dance classes.
As I grew, my passion for horses never died. But life got too busy, and I joined the competition dance team. I danced for 8 years, until, last year, a potentially life changing injury occurred.
Dancing became so painful, it was almost impossible. Not only was my body hurting, my heart and pride were as well. Always picked on, always ignored, I had begged to quit.
Summer came, dance came to an end, I left on a good note, on behalf of my injury.
But there was another reason.