I grew up on a small farm in Illinois far away from any racetracks. Horses were part of the culture, from my cowboy heroes on television to the neighbours down the dusty gravel road who lived in a converted barn and used their Appaloosas for local transportation.

One of the most magical memories from my childhood was the morning our Morgan mare gave birth to a beautiful filly we named Flicka, after the title character of the book, movie and television series “My Friend Flicka.”

So while I have always loved horses, what hooked me on racing were the numbers: the statistics in Daily Racing Form, the odds on the tote board, the $2 bets that I tried to convert into $10 or $20.

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