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I had the privilege of moving to the Pacific Northwest in 1963. I was 13 years old. I lived in Nebraska for those first thirteen years of my life. If you've ever driven through Nebraska or lived in that state you know it's flat as a pancake. The only rises I can remember were the sand dunes. But to a child it was what I knew and I loved my time there. It is where my love of cowboys came from. My uncle was a mustang rider in the rodeos around our area. Evey spring he and his men would round up the wild mustangs then break them and ride them during the shows. 

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