A few decades ago I was the co-owner, breeder, trainer, and driver of the best two year old pacing filly in IL.
At Springfield we drew the outside and we get away near the back.
Coming off the last turn the field is tightly bunched with me on the far outside and still 7th or 8th.
I can see every filly in the race.
I can see there is not a live one in the group.
We have the long Springfield stretch to go, but I know already that I am the winner!
I wanted that feeling to last forever!
Thats my cotton candy and cream puff memory.
What is yours?