When I started riding I was 5 years old. I rode at a Western Farm called Windy Knolls. My first lesson my riding teacher told me to wait at the stables, one of the horses had escaped. Well, she came back but I wasn't ready for what was on the other end of the leadline. It was a beautiful bright palomino mare with a cream maine and tail. Honestly she wasn't the most stunning horse you could come along but to a horse loving 5 year old she was a treasure. It ended up that I was to rider her that day, and as it turns out, every day I rode. I pretty much spent 2 of my years on that horse. On her I learned to trot and canter and sooooo much more. It was amazing while it lasted. But one day my riding teacher announced that she was moving to Missouri and selling all of her horses, including my Goldy. I begged and begged my parents to buy her but they couldn't find a way to do it. I cryed so much that week it was probably more then I've cried in the past year (I don't cry often)! That was the last time I ever saw Goldy, boarding a trailer to her new home. I never even heard about where she was going. Three years later my girlscout troop wants to go to a horsefarm named Abbington for a feild trip. As I'm leaving I see a beautiful old palomino in the pasture as I drove by. As I looked at her she lifted her head, I knew it was her. I hugged her and cryed for about 10 minutes. I was so reluctant to leave her in fear that I would never see her again. My fears became reality I haven't seen Goldy, 17 then, for 5 years. I've resumed riding English at a farm nearby. But I cry whenever I think of Goldy. She was never mine, yet she was a part of me. Like a sister or Best friend. I've still been trying to track her down for a long time and I hope one day I'll be able to find her and buy her. To spend her last days with me.
Well, that's my sad and incredibly long story