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I am afraid of horses ever since I was hit by one. I was young and still clueless about the real dangers in life. Not that a is a real danger, but I was at a age in which I trusted everyone without second guessing them. So I saw a in a field. I decided to treat it on a lump of sugar. I was taught by my parents that horses like sweets. With the white lump in my little hands I entered the field of horses. I saw all kinds of horses. Some were small, while others were tall. There were black but also white, brown and a varation on the theme. I just picked one. Just a random one. My was standing with his butt facing me. This should've been a good hint, but I never saw it coming. I think I was more crying because of the sudden breach in trust then the actual pain. Later I went to the doctor and luckily he couldn't find anything wrong, but the real damage was already been done: I was afraid of horses. And that never changed. But I still like to look at them, from a safe distance 
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Muffles, That time you were a boy, now U'r a man. Why not conquer the fear and touch them. But looking fm a distance is also nice, handsome horses.
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