Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: home is where my horse is
• Horses: 0
The first pony I ever took lessons on was a 36 year old leopard appy named Henry. He was definitely a babysitter, and when I got grumpy when my cousin rode a prettier pony my dad was quick to point out nobody had to lead Henry and I around the ring :) He lived to be 42.. and still grumpy from what I heard
There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it is the risk, the gamble. In any event it is a thing I need.
To ride a horse, is to ride the sky