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My Myths |
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I have always just been. No fun exciting stories suround my birth except that I decided my own time of birth. I seldom do anything without planning it and though I wish I could be as my sisters who entered the world amidst volcanic erruptions or who were christened the bearer of the family image from birth, I am no more than a sleeper. I occasionally wake-up and starle those around me, but there has to be a very good reason for my doing so. |
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Though my outward approach to life may be mundane and my past little more than the echo of more glamourous tales, I have always been a dreamer and controled by the flight of fancy more commonly known as pegasus. |
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My roots go deep in the traditions of my fore-barers, I find a unique since of self in delving into the amusements of the past. This is a picture of me on my horse, Freedom Flight, two winters ago in Southern Texas. The antique sport of English riding has proved to be a timeless hobbie that connects seperate generations and releases people from gravity itself. |
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My chosen carrier runs along the same line as the equestrian release from gravity. However you want to look at it, I was inspired to enter my major by the aeroponics at Disney's Epcot Center. This technology eliminates the need for dirt in growing plants and is less conducive to pathogen growth than hydroponics. This is the sort of thing that would not be out of place in a science fiction novel since it could be done in a spaceship. Although space is not where I intend to take my carrier it is a fun realm to dream of. |
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