We rode Arabian horses by the pyramids in Egypt and I wore an Arabian headdress. We weren’t supposed to go faster than a walk but I urged my horse into a canter and then walked when I got yelled at. As we were walking back from the pyramids, our horses took off at a gallop as they got closer to their home. I helplessly hung on for dear life as I saw the narrow opening in a brick wall coming towards me at an alarming speed. I thought that if anyone else came through it when I got there, then we were both toast. The horse ran right through the opening and I lived to see another day.
Charlotte Rosen Sellers, Fall 1992
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