I once knew a country singer who sang "Don't let me die in Florida". Heck, I would assert you should not raise your children in FL. When our Cowboy was 2 years old, we headed west. Hills, hiking, horses, mountains (oh and heat too). I never imagined he would giggle at being trampled by a sheep. But when he uses his instincts to work young horses in the ring, I know he belongs here.