I probably don’t resemble your imagination’s depiction of a southern raised equine enthusiast. You might consider a conscience in a vessel such as mine more likely be seen behind a DJ table. But here I am. I can recall my passion for horses beginning at around 4, but I’m told it started much earlier.
By elementary I could be found playing with my several Breyer horses or watching the Dreamworks movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron several times a day. When I turned eight my family moved to the country and soon after I got my first horse. I was always sold. Horses have always been my passion.
My own personal style developed independently throughout my teen years, though my love for horses never once faltered my clothing choices evolved into whatever you may classify them as now. Through my own experiences, I find it quite entertaining and satisfying to discover an individuals passion and the correlation or lack thereof between their outward appearance.