When I was 5 years old my mom married the only dad I would ever really have. I was horse crazy before that but my dad was a real cowboy and horseman. It wasn't long untill I had my own pony. A welsh sized little sorrel named Singer. He was so named because he was puchased with the money my mom was going to use to buy a Singer sewing machine. He was a hard mouthed, herd sour little ******* but he taught me how to cowboy up and ride. At times, particularly in my teens, my dad and I didn't always see eye to eye but horses always brought us together. He was the one that saddled my first horse for me and I was honored to saddle his last horse for him before he died two years ago.
I was not born into a horsie family, my mom's dad didn't like horses, although I think she did ride a few times on a grandparents pony. My dad had a horse when he was a kid, and knew alittle. But I had the horse gene from the moment I took my first breath.
We had some land so my parents gave in when I was 5, my older sister (who doesn't like horses) had a friend that had a really great kid horse she sold to use for a $5! (my brother, younger sisters, and me scrapped together all the money we had which was $10, but they let us have her for $5). And she was the most awsome and wonder perfect first horse I could have asked for. When we got her home my dad put us on her, told us "this is how you go", "this is how you stop", "this is how you turn left", and "this is how you turn right". And that was the extent of our riding lessons. So I'm self taught. And I haven't been horseless from that moment on.
(and I also have a cabage patch horse! Got it for xmas when I was really young, and I still have it, it's name his Brownie, don't think mine came w/ a doll though, it did come w/ a cardboard stable, that didn't last long)
I guess its in my blood because my dad have loved and ridden horses most of his life but due to circumstance never owned one.
I've loved them for as long as I can remember. I actually owned one for 24hours give or take before my dad realised we werent really in the position to care for one. I've never forgiven him lol.
I have taken lessons when I was younger, and I ride at our local ranch on rides etc. Everyone tells me I have such a natural seat etc.
Hopefully after I finish school next year I'll be in the position to buy my own or atleast lease one. I'm looking at starting to take some more lessons but I can't actually afford it at the moment with the amount of dancing I'm doing.
We went horseback riding in Colorado and I fell asleep on a Clydesdale when I was two. I think that's where it all started.
It's kind of genetic, too. Everyone on my mom's side of the family are farmers. My mom lived on a farm as a kid and they had ponies. They sold the farm when she was still little and she didn't get back into horses until I started showing an interest in them (and begging for lessons, asking for a horse every Christmas and birthday, etc.) lol I think I kind of rekindled her love of horses and now we're both horse crazy ladies.
Lol, what a great thread. According to my parents I was born with the gene. As soon as I could walk and climb the couch was my pretend horse. Eventually I'd strap a pillow and made stirrups and prettend reins. After hitting my 7th birthday my Mom finally had the courage to send me to my first horse camp. It was 2 weeks long. THe day my parents came to pick me up I did not want to go home and ran and hid. After an hour they finally found me in one of the horses stalls crouching underneath a horses belly. So much for a passing fancy, lol. I've been hooked ever since! Thank you all for sharing your stories :)
I guess mine is sort of 'boring' as I have always known horses from the time I was little. My mom rode alot, and my earliest memories are of her putting me up in front of her on her horse and riding out on the trails. I like to say I was 'born on a horse'...or atleast in a hypothetical sense..haha; I've never known a life without horses.
By the time I was 7 or 8 I was pretty fearless, and had my own stubborn pony to ride and call my own. I would also ride other friend's horses, and especially loved one family's mustang mare. She was the horse who dumped me for the first time, too...Lol! But she was a fun horse to ride.
I think I was 3 or 4. We lived in NY so there wasn't much of a chance of me really getting into horses. I don't remember how I first got into them, but I had about 30 plastic horses, and I would line them up and tell everybody around me what breed, and color they were, along with what I named them. There's pictures of me going on pony rides when I was about 5 in Vermont. We moved to CT when I was 7, and figured out there was a Morgan farm 10 minutes away when I was 11. I was there 10 minutes and had awful allergies and wanted to leave right away. But I couldn't stay away. I fell in love with a filly there who had a lot of spirit. I've continued going there on and off, mostly because my allergies are still pretty bad and I HATE all the drama there. I just started going to a different place and I really like it there. There doesn't seem to be much drama. Yet.
When I was four or five, there was a HUGE traffic jam on the highway, and there was a trailer in a couple cars in front of us. The traffic jam hadn't been moving for a couple of hours, so my dad, my sister, and I got out of the car and my dad took us up to the trailer. There was a woman standing there with her horse. She told us his name was Ribbon, and she was taking him to a show. He was a big bay with a wide blaze and a fuzzy halter. After meeting Ribbon and his owner (at least I THINK that he was a he- it was 9 years ago lol), I drew pictures of Ribbon the horse everywhere. He was basically my idol . Anyway, when I turned five, I begged and begged my parents for riding lessons. It was all I really wanted to do. Finally, when I turned six, they let me take riding lessons on a little 9hh pony named Raspberry.
(below are two pictures of him- I can't NOT post a picture of him because I wuv him <3)
I've always loved horses and wanted to ride. So I bugged my mom until she put me in lessons, haha. I was 10 when I went to my first camp and 11 when I officially started riding =) That was 12 years ago, and I still look forward to the next time I ride.
Well my mom had two horses she rode really well I have all her medals. My Grandpa on my dads side owned a big horse farm he was a true horseman he founded the local horse club he lived on horse and he died on horses when my dad was only nine.
And for me I started lessons when I was 8 one a tiny peruvian paso mare called tessy and got my first horse when I was 9. He is still my only horse. In conclusion It runs threw my blood.