My Father owns and runs his own Gold Mining Company, and many summers our family would camp on his claims during his mining seasons.
One summer, there were girls riding their horses in the area we were camped, and they happened to stop in our site -where they put me on one of their horses. My Mom was holding me, because I was far to young to stay on by myself *My mom has pictures of me in this pink plaid outfit with my hair in pigtails*
My Mom said from that day on, whenever a horse was in our general vacinity, I would point my fingers at them and oooh and ahhh. My Mom and Dad told me that my first clear word was Horse.
My Mom curses that day when she let me sit on that horse - lol. Been hooked since.
When I was in grade 4, my birthday present was a year's worth of riding lessons that my Grandma bought for me. That was our time together, she would come and pick me up and drive me out to the stable and would take pictures of me being around the horses.
LOL - I remember one picture, I was in jeans, gum boots and a green t-shirt that said "Kid for rent, cheap" lol.
I ended up staying with that coach from grade 4 - 8 or 9. I cannot recall to be honest. I do remeber moving out to the country when I was in grade 5. We moved to an area where there were TONS of horses. I started riding other people's horses, just to ride. I didn't care what color, size, breed they were - a horse was a horse to me.
Then over the years, I ended in up Pony Club and blah blah blah blah.