Not a joke at the moment, I actually am using the cane for walking until I get this knee fixed, they are surprisingly handy things you know
Now who am I, well I was born 54 years ago in the south east of England, a long awaited and much loved daughter, who my Mum was going to raise to be a lady in her image. Delight soon turn to bemusement, and frustration and then resignation. I'm told me first word was horse, I used to watch horses the whole time. When I was little I used to be taken to the local park where for a few pennies you would be thrown on the back of a horse, walked up the lane, around the big tree and back to the stables. One autumn day, they say I had just turned 3, I was led up to the tree, the leader let go to rub his hands together to try and warm them up, and the horse bolted back to the stable. Everyone was having fits, but I was found happily still on the back of said horse, who had gone back to his stall, I was bouncing up and down saying "Faster" The hope was that experience would of scared me, in fact it just made the addiction worse.
As soon as I was deemed old enough I was sent for lessons, and at a scarily young age I was taking the bus ride to the stables with my lunch and staying all day, by the time I was 11 I was staying over night as well, like many horsey kids I was cleaning stalls and tack etc to pay for rides, the longer I was there, the more I did the more I could ride.
From when I left school at 15 I worked in all kinds of roles but kept riding, only stopping when I was expecting my first child. Then came the barren time, eventually two small kids, no time, no money, etc, so no riding. Then I started helping out with the Riding for the Disabled, and also taking lessons, found out that my years of training had been out of date, and plain wrong, so I had to learn to ride properly, that was a shock.
I eventually got my own horse, had a few different ones, until I bought a QH and started riding western, I felt like I had come home, it was great, I loved western riding. All was fine for a few years, then husband lost his job, we lost the land, we had a break in and lost even more, the horses had to go, and I kind of gave up on life for a while.
A few years later we decide to move to Canada, we have land, I have horses, I'm enjoying riding my western horses on the prairies, but have no direction. Then I get a bad knee and think I'm going to have to stop riding, maybe I'll drive, didn't enjoy that at all, and eventually came across my current trainer and dressage. So I converted back to English, still ride western for fun, but now have a purpose and focus in my life.
So here I am now, the first bad knee was fixed, now waiting for the second to be done, soon please soon! Then it is onward and upward with my dressage, and onward and downward with my weight, a constant struggle since my breakdown
I will post pics of my crew if you want, but I figure you know them all by now