Mom loved horses. She taught me to ride at three years old. We went everywhere together. Mom loved to shop. I even went shopping with her just to be with her.
Shopping is a girl's thing.
She would teach riding lessons and rent and board horses, and I grew up roaming the woods on my horse and hunting and fishing and stuff like that. When I was 13 my dad got the idea that I should go to military school. I wish pop would have kept his machismo ideas to himself, but I went for two years, and I'd never been so homesick in my life. I talked mom into letting me take flying lessons. The war was just over and flying lessons were cheap and you could solo at fourteen and get your private license at sixteen.