It was nearly the end.
From the last couple of months I have really been struggling with keeping my passion for horses alive. I want to go to parties and hang out with my friends, but horses were stopping me doing that, they were stopping me having fun.
I told mum that I didn't want to ride next year, and she laid it straight on the line.
'You quit horses and we sell everything, and you can't go back to it untill your old enough to pay for everything' I agreed to these terms, because at the time I had a party to go to, and her talking was wasting time.
It wasn't untill yesterday when I attended what I thought would be my last show. I sat down on the bench after I had finished all my events. [4 forths and 1 first] and took a deep breath. I looked at the older girls competing at 1.15m and my attenion was then distracted by the giggling of the younger girls telling me to go play with them on the barrel horses.
Mum told me it was time to go, and tears started running down my face; Mum hugged me and said 'Ever since you were a young girl you have wanted to ride horses, that smile on your face is priceless when you ride, i've never seen you smile like that around your friends'
I never realised how much horses meant to me and how much I would miss going to ponyclub and mentoring the young girls, achieving my dreams and being naturally happy - I never knew what I had was this special, but untill that last second when I thought horses were over, I couldn't imagine my life without them.
Sorry I just needed to get my feelings out.