Failure is Not a Tattoo (Money Monday)
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MARCH 16, 2025
One of the most vivid memories from my childhood was the day I was bucked off of my pony. The ponys name was Macaroni and I was six. We were in an arena where my mother was giving me my very first riding lessons. Macaroni was stung by a bee and she reacted by bucking. I couldnt hang on and I landed hard on my back. It knocked the breath out of me. I gasped for air.
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