I have been BEGGING my parents to let me ride horses for as long as I can remember. My father hate's horses, even still today, and I own one.
My parents both protested to letting me ride horses, there reasons being "look what they did to christopher reeves, you'll get killed!"
But I was persistent, looking up local barns that offered lessons, the prices, etc.
At 9 3/4's years old, I found a barn in my area, the lessons were medium in prices [not cheap, but not the most expensive" I gave my dad the number and told him to call them and find out about lessons. He finally agreed, and he called them. They told them they had a 5 month waiting list for riding lessons, and I waited those 5 months. I remember, it was march when they scheduled my first lesson. I expected to show up, and get thrown on a horse.
I was wrong, I showed up, and a beautiful appy pony mare with a flaxen mane was on the crosstie's. The instructor greeted me, and after some financial things were discussed with my mom she taught me how brush the mare, pick her feet, tack her up. I was lead around on a lead rope, took a few trot steps [took me 5 weeks of riding to get posting down :P] After that she taught me how to take care of the horse after the ride and put her away.
I loved it. I've been riding nearly 7 years now. Same barn. At that barn I learned the responsibility of caring through horses, cleaning up after them, etc.
My mom always came to my lessons, slowly warming up to liking horses. 5 years into my horse life I got her into taking lessons there herself.
Throughout these seven years I begged nearly daily for a horse to call my own, my dad tossed it off as a ridiculous idea, he never took my passion for them seriously.
My mom said it would never be financially possible, ever.
I was down, depressed.
Soon after my mom started riding she took up my interest in owning a horse, and started pursuing my dad also.
Not this last christmas, but the one before that my dad surprised me and my mom with an adorable, stocky, pony. Bombproof to ride.
Me and my mom were over joyed, but soon after our joys were shattered. Our pony had been abused in the past, and due to my dad's inexperience with horses he didn't really examine the pony. One hour with the pony would show you he was aggressive. He bit and kicked anyone he could reach. We tried so hard to gentle him, he had him for two months till he put my mom into the emergency room with stitches to her scalp, he bit her extremely hard.
We didn't get out money back on him, we gave him back to the woman who sold him to my dad without a second thought.
We took a break from owning horses for a while, but this coming august the barn I was taking lessons at received a new school horse. One ride on this boy and I connected.
I had my mother ride him at her next lesson, she clicked with his as much as I did, we loved him. We asked the owner of the barn if he was up for lease [she leases school horses out sometimes] she said she would allow us to lease the horse. 2 months into the lease and the owner of the barn approached us, with a price. She told us she would sell him to us for 8k. 8k was way over the price my mom ever expected to pay for a horse, but she did it. And now we own my boy Mickey, and we love him, to death, dad's permission not required in this situation.