My transition from ponies to a "big horse" was with a quarab. She was allllllll Arab upstairs, smart, but very spooky and could be explosive. Never a bucker, but she would bolt. She was 6, I was 12
Waaaaaaaaaaaay too much horse for me. But, she taught me, and I am lucky to have her in my past. I miss her terribly, my mom sold her when I went to the service, no clue what happened to her. She was dapple, and got flea bites as she got a little older. Amazing mare. And she loved small kids, I could put my little brothers on her (toddlers at the time) and she would become a babysitter, not moving a muscle (sometimes I wondered if she wasn't faking her spooky shenanigans). And she was fun..always ready to get up and GO!
Wish I knew what became of her.