When I was a little kid, I wanted to be a veterinarian. I had this passion for animals that wasn't a phase. As time went by, I no longer wanted to be a vet. That urge to help animals had left. I love helping, so I then wanted to become an orthopedic surgeon. That didn't last very long. For a year of my life, I didn't know what I wanted to be. Throughout that time, I had the chance to take riding lessons. As I kept getting better and better, that urge to help animals came back. That is when I knew I wanted to be a vet. I didn't know if I wanted to be an equine vet or not, but I knew that I would help animals the rest of my life. After some time, I decide that my true love was with the equine species. I remember telling my dad that this riding thing and the becoming a vet wasn't a phase. I had found my true passion. A few months later, I was sorting through some writings I had done in 1st or 2nd grade. On one of the writings, the first sentence was "I want to be a vet when I grow up." All along, my destiny was to help animals.