I felt like Oliver Twist in the Charles Dickens novel. Please, sir, I want some more. Only I want some more leg. More leg, the manta of every riding instructor everywhere. "You needed more leg at the base of that jump!" Yea, and who am I going to get it from--because that is all the leg I have! arggg! More please, I feel like a begger with my cup in hand, looking forlornly at the teenagers that ride at the barn, going, ah the joys, no, make that strengths, of youth.
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