Memory #1 Ileana Rutman/Mother

It was a lovely summer day in Tel-Aviv, June, the sun was shining the birds weren't chirping their butts off annoying the crap out of people and the driver's were surprisingly calm. Me and your father and your sister were going to go horse riding beside a cliff. I figured if your sister came then would just sit down and watch them ride. I was heading up on the cliff with your father waiting for your sister when we got a message from her saying she couldn't come. I wasn't too afraid to get on the horse because I rode on a fat horse in Romania. After I got buckled I hit the straps and the horse started galloping down the hill at full speed. I was extremely frightened as the wind was blowing through my hair. I was cold even though it was about 32degrees. It started going back up the hill slowing down until it reached it's trainer. I climbed off the horse, my hair formed an afro type shape, I had dirt on my new jeans, and I from that day on I had a phobia of horses. But at least I learned something, horses suck. I finished the day going on a pick-nick on the same cliff watching the waves splash on the sand.

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