I think my first gallop would have been on my little 11.2hh pony when I was about 6 years old. He loved to run and I would love to let him haha. We have a trail that goes around the back of our property that was perfect for galloping around if you where small to fit under the trees.
I definitely remember my first gallop because it was also my first fall. We were having a lesson in the indoor arena(which is huge because it was built to be used for polo) and at the time I'd been riding for about six months. My teacher instructed us to drop our irons and trot the pattern she'd set up. As I was preparing to take my turn, ice started to slide down the tin roof and fall, which causes alot of noise, and my horse spooked. I'm not the greatest rider even now, but at this time, I was the clumsy-looking pudgy kid riding. So, anyway, my horse took off down the long side and when she rounded the corner I lost my balance and got my first of many grade-a concussions. Likely, I would have enjoyed this experience, had I been able to stay on.
The best part, I remember, was my instructor saying, "darn, you landed in poop too... it's in your hair..."
Luckily, my cell phone has never broken through any of my falls.
Well, that's my share of rambling. ^.^
My first gallop was when I was working with one of the ponies at our barn, Roger. I asked him to canter and he took off galloping for around 10 minutes.
My first "controlled" gallop was on Pinnochio, one of the horses at our camp. He hadn't been ridden for a week and we were on a trail, so he had a TON of energy. He hates getting left behind & the pony behind us was EXTREMELY fast. So he had to gallop to catch up the whole time. :P
My first gallop was at a rent string stable. I went there every saterday and rode a paint horse named Splash. He was great but if I knew then what I know now I probably would have let the poor ol boy walk. Oh it was thrilling at the time, But those poor rent string horses.... This was in 1967.
My first full-on gallop was on my family's barrel racing pony. She loves to go, go, go and usually people have to hold her back. By usually I mean people ALWAYS have to hold her back. Well, one day my uncle said that he wants to see how fast she really is and dared me to take her to the farthest corner of the pasture and run her back to the barn. I can't back down from a dare, so we headed off to the back corner and it was almost like she knew because as soon as I turned her, she was off. Man we flew. I loved it. Now, she has pretty much learned if I say the word go she can go any speed she wants, which is usually as fast as she can get.
I think I was like 7 the first time I galloped. It was on a 25 year old retired barrel horse. We were just messing around on the pattern and coming around the last barrel, she just took off. It was a so much fun. And since then, Cheyenne and I do quite often.
OMG, I just remembered. When I was about 5 or 6, I was riding Buck around one day and got to fooling around. He was a semi-retired roping horse and I had been watching Dad and brother rope off him nearly since the day I was born. So I got a bright idea to back him in the box and pull the string that would pop open our roping chute. I did and he took off like he had jet boosters on his butt (at least that is how it felt to me, I am sure now that he just sprung into an easy lope). I started giggling and ended up laughing so hard I nearly fell off.