Hrmph, the 40's have it so far
Because I can't type the number, let's just say I was born in 1947 and we farmed with horses, on our small Old McDonald's dairy farm, until I was four
I got my first ride on the work mare when I was two, started riding, bareback, behind my maternal-side cousin when I was ten, started breaking/training for my paternal grandpap when I was 12.
I got my very own first horse when I was 12. I raised/trained her foal (that no one knew she was carrying until he showed up one day in May), and we were best buds until I laid him to rest with cancer when he was 29 and I was 42.
I was so devastated, I stayed out of horses for year. One day a big ole stock trailer came lumbering up my road and I rushed to see what horses were in it. It was full of cattle but my excitement to see horses told me that I should start looking for another horse.
Thus came my second group of Keeper Horses who are still with me. The very handsome and intelligent TWH in my avatar was 16 when that was taken on a 250-horse ride. He is now 24, has been with me as coming 3 yr old and now has metabolic issues. We have grown old and arthritic together - he is my heart horse
My current four (three TWH's and a 26 yr old Arab) are my last crew. I will be doing good to see the 16 & 17 year olds out of this life. I won't buy a younger horse that I would have to worry about after I'm six feet under and it's still here left to the Fate's
I feel very fortunate to have had decent jobs all my life, that allowed me to stay broke because of my horse habits
Many of the people who called me stupid for spending my money on "those d*** hayburners" either aren't around anymore, are on breathing machines, and/or are STILL "trying to find themselves" thru the haze of pills and alcohol. I am a Babyboomer ya know -- Haight-Ashbury was the place to be in the 60's