June 4th 2002 I was 5 years old and dreaming of going to the Olympics. Everyone tells you that you can as a little kid, but as the years go by they soon start to tell you its never going to happen. But on June 4th I was given something that only made my dream bigger. I got my first Pony. He wasnít just any pony he was a American Sport pony and was ready to teach me to jump. His name was Bob and the first thing I told my dad was the name Bob didnít sound right, He looked down and me ďYou name him whatever you want princess!Ē. I loved my dad but I really loved him now that he finally got me this pony. Bobís new name soon became Prince and lessons were going to start, and I was going to develop over the next two years with him teaching me everything I needed to know as a beginner. Along the way I would learn what it was like to be thrown, kicked, and how bad it hurt to be thrown over a jump.
For the two years we had Prince we had won lots of blue ribbons and even a few trophies, and my Dad was there for every moment of it all. My dad never missed a lesson or a show, he was always my number one fan and I knew I made him proud no matter how bad I did.
Prince and I the last year I had him won state in our age group. I couldnít be happier the moment they called my name. I rode out into the arena to claim my trophy and show off my pony. But while I was out there I realized the jumps would only get bigger and Prince wouldnít be able to do that. So when I go out and saw my dad I asked ďDoes this mean Iím going to need a new and bigger horse?Ē he didnít answer right away but then he said ďKiddo Prince wont be able to keep up with you as you learn more and the jumps get higher. We will have to sell him and get you a bigger pony or even a horse.Ē I looking at him with a smile ďIts ok Prince taught me everything he could and another little girl will have just as much fun with him! I will miss him but I will always remember him!Ē and with that I got off and led Prince back to the trailer.
Later that day on our way home my dad told me how proud he was of me for winning but most of all realizing Prince wasnít going to be with us forever.
A few months went by and we finally found the perfect little girl to go to and I was happy to see him leave! I was going to miss him but he would be loved by that little girl I knew that. And then My Trainer my dad and I all began the search for my next step horse. Right away I said I didnít care if he was huge he just had to be able to do his job. My trainer also mentioned that he would need to be a all around horse, who did dressage, cross country, and show jumping (my all time favorite). I was confused and I looked at her and said ďdonít you get three different horses for that?Ē and she explained to me that yes some people do but at my age one horse would do. Right away I gave in knowing I wasnít going to get three horses, even though daddy would have done anything to make me happy.
After trying a few horses and none of them being right for me, we finally came upon the big grey dappled mare. When I first saw her I loved he beauty she was gorgeous and very tall may I say. They told me she was 16h and I was scared to ride such a big horse. They saddled her up and I was going to take her for a ride and over a few jumps.
When I was on her I didnít want to look down, all I was thinking at first was Iím going to die if I fall. But I washed it away and started her at a trot and was very happy with how well she went into in and how well she extended her body. She never missed a lead change. With a few deep breaths I asked her to go into a canter, at first it was choppy and stiffed legged. But my trainer yelled at me to loosen up in the reins and squeeze my legs so she would collect herself. And thatís exactly what she did; I was ready to try a jump. But I was scared of falling.
I finally came around and was ready to take a jump. I rounded the corner and was headed for the jump. I didnít do a single thing she did it all by her self. She jumped it without a problem. Once I brought her out of the jump I yelled to everyone that she was the one for me.
We got her loaded up and were headed home. It was the start of a new adventure with my big friend. By the way her name was Ez. It fit her just right she was easy going about everything. Ez and I were just at the start of this 4 year long journey and we would come across a lot of things on the way there.[/COLOR]