Indulging in my daydreams was my favorite pastime. One thing that always filled up my dreams was a perception of a man who would sweep me off my feet and carry me on his horse to the end of this world. Sadly, my dreams lasted only seventeen years when I got married to a man who was scared of horses. After crying and cursing my fate, I mustered up the courage to take charge of the horse myself. That’s when I realized that not every woman is born to be carried – some are born to ride the horse and conquer the world.
