Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: at my barn, on my horse
• Horses: 0
Well both my parents used to ride. (My dad on a farm in Utah, my mom at an english barn).
We lived in a neighborhoood for seven years, but decided to move back to the country, that house that we liked, on the papers it said this:
And I said: "It would be really cool to have a horse..."
And that's how my story started. And once we moved on from that house (someone had already made an offer), the next house we looked at, the people had horses. They let me get on him, and just sit there. The FIRST time I was on a horse.
Then a lady asked my dad how to build a stepping stool for horses.
And he told her that I liked horses (which was and still is a HUGE understatement(I know that has to be spelled wrong, but oh well).
She said this: "Well I have horses, why don't you come out, and let her ride?"
And THAT'S how I got started on horses.
after that my parents decided to let me get a horse :) but I only had six months of riding, so I took lessons for another six months, and then bought my horses.
And I have now been riding for almost three years. :]