When we're little we all have our dreams. We all dream of growing up and being something awesome; little girls everywhere aspire to be doctors, ninjas, and fairy princesses. When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a horse. Everyday I practiced for my future career as a great mare! I ran around on my hands and knees and neighed at the top of my lungs whenever the opportunity presented itself. I was the best horse on this side of the Mississippi! I would gallop from room to room at top speeds, and leap from couch to couch with unparalleled agility.

One day I decided this was not good enough. I had pushed the boundaries as far as I could. My physical body could not take me any closer to being a horse without the aide of supplies. I needed more! One day while on my quest to become closer to my equine roots I saw the perfect hoof supplement.

It was a glass. Specifically speaking it was my mom's glass. She was watching a movie, and had drunk all of her water. Basically the glass was calling out to me, just asking me to put it to good use.

In my attempt to become a horse, I took that glass and put it on my foot. What else would I have done? I still remember it as if it were in slow motion... My little foot lifting, fitting perfectly into a glass, as if it were Cinderella's glass slipper. I felt so awesome! I had found my hoof! The perfect hoof! I prepared to take my first monumental step as half-horse half-girl.

Deep breath... Ready and .... AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

I had taken that first step, but instead of being a turning point in my transformation towards a horse it turned into the first step in disfiguring my ankle. The step I took immediately broke the glass and harpooned a piece of it into my ankle.

When my parents realized what was going on panic ensued as the sounds of my screaming mother filled the room. Calmly, I leaned down and pulled out the sizable piece of glass from my ankle. My dad scooped me up and set me on the counter so he could get a better look at my ankle. I remember sitting on the counter, being so high up, and having my older brother bring my dad a washcloths so he could try to stop the blood pouring out of my leg.

Later, when he asked "why in the hell would I stick my foot into a glass?" I explained to him as clearly as I could that it was a perfect hoof.

I still don't understand why he couldn't get it...