According to my parents, I have liked horses since before I can remember. My 'first' pony was a POA pony named Tootsie. She was actually my brothers' pony, but they didn't ride her much. My dad used to ride her once in a while to make sure she didn't get too fat. One day he decided to take me with him, I was about 2 years old. My mom was worried that I would be frightened. But I didn't cry at the horse or anything, I squealed with delight. My parents bundled me up, slapped a bicycle helmet on my head and I sat in front of my dad while he carefully walked Tootsie around the field. I laughed and laughed. When the ride was over and my dad went to take me off the pony, I screamed NOOOOOOO and clutched on to Tootsie's mane for dear life. Do not take me from this beautiful creature. My parents knew from that day forward that I would be horse obsessed.
It didn't take much to convince him to buy me a horse. I leased one for a few years when I was ten. My mom drove me to the barn every day so I could much stalls, water horses, clean tack ect. They didn't tell me I had to, I did everything willingly. I think this helped them in their decision to let me have a horse.
My hard work paid off when I found my leased horse in my backyard on my 14th birthday. My riding instructor had given her to me. Best birthday ever.