{"id":137,"date":"2014-07-21T21:27:17","date_gmt":"2014-07-21T21:27:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fayerobertswriter.com\/?p=137"},"modified":"2014-07-21T21:27:17","modified_gmt":"2014-07-21T21:27:17","slug":"believe-become","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fayerobertswriter.com\/?p=137","title":{"rendered":"Believe and Become"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>I always wanted to be a dancer. A cowgirl. A granddaughter.<\/p>\n

I danced as a gymnast in high school, but honestly didn’t have much talent.<\/p>\n

I learned to ride a horse, and still ride great if the horse trains me right.<\/p>\n

I stayed for a couple of summers with my maternal grandmother and I still treasure the days with her. As a teacher, she made sure I took time to read and treated that time as a reward. I still think of reading time as such. We fished, hiked, ate fresh raspberries, and she taught me how to pick out the perfect cantaloupe.<\/p>\n

I am a dancer. I turn on the music, twirl around the living room and then write down the feeling of joy that comes.<\/p>\n

I am a cowgirl when as I brush my old horse and then write about the antics of the characters in my books.<\/p>\n

Though my Gramma passed on years ago, I am a granddaughter still. I giggle while playing in the little plastic pool on the patio with my two year old grandchild.<\/p>\n

I am all these things because I believe I am. In my dreams, I can be anything. When reality comes along, some of that belief remains.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow I am going to be a performer in Cody’s Wild West extravaganza. What are you going to be?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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