When I was in 6th grade I could care less about horses. But my sister was in love with them, and my mom said that I had to take riding lessons with her in order for her to do horse back riding lessons. I gave in (only because she kept me up all night begging
) and within the next two weeks we started riding at a fancy stables about 10 minutes away from our house. We rode there for a while...my sister absolutely loved it, but I could care less. My sister was always put on the fun horses...ones that were faster, but still listened. Where as I was put on the old, slow horse. The trainer that we had also, didn't seem to like me...she always would yell at me and make me do things that I wasn't ready to do. We left that stables after riding there for about 3 months, but not because of the trainer, but because they kept raising the price.
Then we went to a stabls about 20 minutes away from my house. The stables was owned by a vet, but the trainer was someone else. The trainer was nice, but would always put me on a too high spirited horse, that would bolt. She also started us cantering way to early (at least too early for me). The trainer didn't know how to tack up a horse...the saddles would always be too loose and it would slip to the side. We left because it was too cold to ride in the winter and the trainer was always late for lessons (a 1 hour lesson...and she was uaully 20-30 minutes late...yet still charged us the full price).
So we stopped all together. Still I could care less about horses, and my sisters love of them slowly died. Then when my sister started piano lessons from a lady, my mom spoke to me saying that I needed some PE for highschool or else I couldn't graduate (I'm homeschooled). I sat down and looked at all the sports I could do...finally I chose horse back riding. But where to ride?
Thankfully and ironically, my sister's piano teacher also was a riding instructor...owned her own stables, and horses. So we signed up for a lesson at her stables to see how I'd like it.
The first lesson I was put on the beginner horse, a 24 year old (but still was spunky haha) to see how much I knew. Next lesson I was on a Paint mare, but I hated her. Then next was my frist trail ride...I was riding a new horse...a GYpsy Vanner. It was because of him that I fell in love with horses!! And I've been hooked ever since!
(note I started riding at the lady's stables only in July...so it was a LONG gap between the first two stables and this one)