I grew up on a horse farm in northwestern Wisconsin. My parents were both horse enthusiasts, and riding was a family activity. When I was five, I got my first pony, and my dad modified an antique road cart with Piper Cub airplane wheels for the pony to pull. We drove the pony around the neighborhood and gave rides to my friends at my birthday parties. In the winter, my parents and I squeezed into an......

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