We were moving 1400 mi. Across the prairies and about mid way father said he'd like to stop at a ranch and visit with an old friend. As it turned out his friend was out riding with his son and daughter. All three were on b&w pintos in 3 sizes. As the men chatted he asked his daughter to give my sis and me a rider on her pony. She led my sister about then with my turn I didn't want her to lead me. Little did I know the pony would follow her anyway, but I had both reins and I was riding. I was hooked. I had just turned 6. From that day forth I prayed nightly that I get a horse. As a kid I was lucky and was invited to spend my summers on farms riding to my heart's content. Even got 10 lessons when I was 9. Rode lots of everyone else's horses over the years until I ws 19 and could support a horse, did I finally get one. When I look back, the experience of riding so many different horses helped me develope my skills much better than riding a single animal. Didn't think so at the time.