I used to visit my pop and sit on his big thoroughbreds that were in racing. Pop just used to put me on their backs, and my big brother lead me around with their halters on. I used to cuddle into their manes, and hold on around their necks, they were awfully quiet with me on their backs.
Summer holidays Pop would let the riding school up north agist their ponies, and as soon as they came to his farm, I would go up their, choose the one I wanted, and they put a saddle on its back, I would climb on, put my feet out of the struipps and kick and these ponies would start cantering, and I would just sit their, struippless and just enjoy the ride, not to mention the thrill of galloping them bareback across his track! I was 9 then and couldnt see the risks. :P
When I was 10, I got my first horse, a stock horse named Penny. As soon as you'd click she would go into a full gallop, often leaving me on the ground! I then decided I needed to rethink my approach, and after having her for 1year, I moved on to my an off the track race horse, who would jog everytime I went on trail rides, (I thought this was the norm) HAHA. Mum wouldn't let me ride him anymore, and I was devasted. I never loved anything as much as I loved him!
That's when I was enrolled in riding lesson's, and quickly got bored. They had me on a lunge rope, and the ponies would do everything you wanted. I rode there for 6months and hated it. I wanted to ride big thoroughbreds, and by that time I realised my beautiful ott racehorse had died of a stomach problem. I cryed that whole night.
Mum purchased a little grey pony, who actually wasn't like any pony I had ridden, every ride he used to buck and bolt, and I would hang on laughing my head off at the attempts. We used to go galloping all the time, and jump as many things I could find. That's when we attened ponyclub, and I loved every second, the other ponies the people and the instructor was a nice lady and although she said I was eager, I need to retrain my brain to think of the horse I was riding..
I had him for only a year. I grew and he didn't, we sold him and again I was devasted. We lease another pony for 1year, who introduced me to showjumping, and we did very well.
Now Im 15, and realise that I could have been hurt many times on any of those horses. I own a beautiful thoroughbred, and I love him so much. I love how I have taught him everything, and we saved him from the meat factory. He are a team, and its like when he is galloping we are one.
What are your growing up with horse stories? (: