It was almost as he could see his life before his eyes.  He knew what he already wanted.  Determined he was, he wanted a good education and a degree from college, even more determined to become a someone in the Quarter Horse Industry, with and through his own sweat, riding abilities, failures, successes, and enthusiasm to succeed. He wanted to win the world, the congress, become a judge and a trainer—a great western pleasure trainer like Cleve Wells and Steve Heckaman.  Have at least two kids, a great wife that he could love dearly and forever as he only wanted to be married once.  A person that he could tell anything to and have no secrets and no lies, someone that has the same interests as he does or interests of her own, but at least is supportive of his habits and him supportive of hers.  Live in Texas or stay here in the Upper Peninsula.  Have his dream house; a huge house with an attached barn, an indoor arena, twenty or so stalls, and a viewing room of the arena from the living room.  Have a blonde-haired, blue-eyed daughter, riding around the arena at the All-American Quarter Horse congress, in her brightly colored chaps and shirt, with her tiny cowboy hat upon her head and her blonde curly hair flowing out.  Her winning the Small Fry Horsemanship amongst many other wins, but the Congress win being the most memorable of all as it was on the horse that Travis had trained himself and nobody had given her a chance till he got her.  He wanted to teach his children the right and the wrong, and raise his kids to treat people how they would want to be treated and not to be superficial, but to look at the whole person, inside and out.  Not wanting to be just the "seed" but wanting to be involved with his kids.