It was the last turn in the race. I felt my body go up and down as he was galloping. Betty, was that name of my horse. Only one person in front of me, I’m catching up on him. I pass him on the inside of the turn. I’m on the lead, the finish line ahead of me. Suddenly, a thought came to mind, how many likes would this get? A shot right before a big victory. I hung by the horses neck, hanging there. I pulled out my emergency selfie stick. Facing the horse I said in a soft voice, “Cheese!” Right after, I passed the finish line. The crowd roared.