I've been into horses for as long as I can remember. My dad grew up with them when he lived in Africa, but my mom has never liked them much. My dad put up with everything horsey. Attended shows, took me to lessons... You name it, he did it. It wasn't so much of If I get a horse, it was when. I honestly thought I would never get my own horse. He always told me if I got a job we could split it. He could afford to let me keep a horse, but not buy one. So I always thought I was hopeless because I could never make enough to get a horse. Funny how things work out. A very close friend asked me one day if she bought me a horse if my parents would pay for board. This was after taking care of her horses for two years. She's like a grandma to me.
I love my daddy. He wants to help with everything. I think it's so cute because I'll walk away and when I come back he'll be talking to Cricket or grooming her. He gets to ride, sometimes too and Cricket will babysit him. They're adorable.
"I was eight years old, and I've never forgotten her face when she told me about watching you ride. She told me she saw you, and your horse was dancing in the moonlight."
-- A.C. Crispin's "Sylvester"