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In spring of 1999 I quit sailing lessons at the Southern Yacht Club in New Orleans. I was terrified of sharks in lake Pontchartrain (I was just a child). I begged my mother for a horse instead of a sailboat. She leased “Blackie” for me in 1999 since every young girl wants a horse and it’s a significant financial commitment. Three years later, Blackie’s owner put her up for sale. I was DEVASTATED, cried and cried. Then this arrived in the mail at my Grandma’s house.
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