You cave to peer pressure and put your name in a contest to ride a bull. Suddenly – you win! What was a joke and dare moments before, you now see your name on the rodeo board, everyone is freaking out with excitement because you were chosen, and the exhilaration quickly turns to dread.
This is what happened to my son, 10-year old Royal Hewlett, the other day at the world-famous Oakley Rodeo. When I say “riding the bull”, it was actually a young neutered steer who will eventually grow up to be an ox, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating to get on the bareback of a wild animal with longhorns trying to buck you off. The Hewlett’s are city folk who proudly wear our country cowboy hats, belt buckles and boots whenever we get the chance. Having grown up spending summers in beautiful Pine Valley, just outside…