Well, actually my story is sad kind of
I was riding before I could walk really, but they wasn't my horses.
I always begged for a horse.
BEGGED & PLEADED!!
I was 12 years old mind you ..
My dad decided to get me one for my 14th birthday.
I got my first horse, Gage.
Registered Paint horse.
I didn't know this until just a few months ago, but my dad gave into buying me a horse because he didn't think he had much longer to live due to is heart condition.
I am 20 years old, buying, and training my own horses now.
My dad pulled through him quadruple bypass surgery, and still going strong. He's the toughest man I've ever known. Because of him I'm living my dream. Even when he cusses himself in the winter when the water lines freeze, and it's hectic to water the horse, haha. He loves horses dearly ;)