Ikle, for me I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't
I was apparently fascinated by them the first time I saw them in a picture book, and my mother has a story that she tells about the first time I saw a live one. I don't remember the incident, but she swears it's true.
I was around 2 y/o, still young enough to be considered a baby, but old enough that I was toodling around under my own power.
We had gone to the county fair, and there were draft horses there for an exhibition of some sort. My mother says I saw them, squealed, and took off running towards them as fast as my chubby, toddler legs would carry me.
I reached the nearest horse and wrapped myself around one of its front legs, looking up at it and squealing happily. The horse was nonplussed, but stood still, looking down at this small screeching human attached to its leg.
It took the horse owner as well as my mother to pull me off the horse's leg, while I squalled and had a general temper tantrum. You see, I'd found what I wanted in life and didn't think I should have to let go!
Being a child of suburbia, I never got a chance to ride as a youngster. Plus, my parents always thought it was a phase and I'd outgrow the 'horse thing' as I got older.
I got my first horse once I became an adult and could afford it on my own. 32 years later, I still have horses and plan to have them until the day I die.
Safe to say, I don't think the 'horse thing' is a phase!