My parents are completely and absolutely not horse people.
Like most young girls, from the ages of eight to thirteen I loved everything horsey. I am an avid reader and at one point had twelve different horsey series on my shelves. I read every Saddle Club book in my local library, though I didn't understand half the americanisms.
But I was never allowed horse riding lessons. We probably could have afforded it, but in my parents' terms (being good savers and frugal), we couldn't.
Anyway, I've tried to take up opportunities to horse ride where I can - mostly sit-on-the-sofa-with-legs treks, which even then were awfully difficult to talk my parents into as they saw it as ridiculously expensive - but inevitably my interest died down.
Then, about a year ago, I was browsing Facebook and a friend-who-I'd-met-through-a-friend-one-time had joined a group related to the FHOTD blog. I read the blog, out of curiosity (it was one of those days when you felt you'd read the whole internet already) and slowly my awareness of horses was rekindled.
This didn't do too much until May, when I was putting off revision for my horrendous Transport Phenomena exams by thinking of things to do in my summer holidays, which were four months long. I'd managed to save up quite a bit of money over my first year at uni, so I was wondering if I could talk someone into a trip to Paris with me - 'Je sais tu parle allemand, mais je peux parler assez de francais!' - and then I thought, 'Oh well, maybe I could join the local gym.' That wasn't terribly appealing, though - I only do physical exercise when stressed, as being a very cerebral person strenuous activity is good for clearing my head.
And then I thought, "Hang on a minute. Dad's putting me on his car insurance. So I can drive places. And I've saved up enough money to have a go at horse riding!"
Three days after I was back home, I had booked my first riding lesson. Four days later I'd had two private lessons already and was off to buy boots, jods and half-chaps.
And that is how I got into horse riding.
Incidentally, every birthday and Christmas since I learned how to speak I have asked for a pony. xD This year I'm being more specific!
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