For several weeks after I first learned to dive, I had vivid, nightly dreams of diving - the leap, the sensation of weightless soaring and then the smooth swoop down into the water.

We used to occasionally ride the horses down into a pond up in the hills behind the house. It was just deep enough that they dropped their haunches and basically hopped across the pond on their hind legs, in long, smooth leaps that left us feeling weightless from the top of the arc through the smooth descent. I'd often dream about that for a few days afterward.

Somewhere along about age 11, I had a terrible crush on "Little Joe Cartwright", along with nearly every other 11 year old girl in America. It was at the same age I was becoming horse-crazy. I often dreamed that Little Joe would ride up to the front porch on his pretty little pinto, dismount, and offer the horse to me to take for a gallop.

That one ain't hard to interpret;>)