I remember the first time I ever saw a horse race. I was so excited because my dad was taking me and he had not taken me anywhere for three years, since he split up with my mom. It was also the last place he ever took me, as he was in a fatal accident a few months later. It was such a grand adventure for me, and I clung to every piece of advice he gave me on horse racing tips.

I decided that I would go back to the track and try out my chances the day I was old enough and I did. In the days leading up to my birthday, I asked nearly everybody I knew for racing tips, as I wanted it to be a successful day. I wanted to savor every little memory that I had of that day at the races I had with my dad.

I called a friend and asked him for the name of a good horse racing tipster and I got advice from the guy on who I should be betting on. He did not let me down and I won a lot of money that day. I still wonder if my dad was there in spirit, giving my horses an extra little push so that they would make it over the finish line first.