When I was younger. 12 I got my first horse. He is a bay anglo arab. He was 1 1/2 years old when I got him, and man was I in for it. Unbroke untrained beauty pure beauty I loved him so much. Splash was the name he came with. I worked with him. Just me and the horse so I didnt know much about training then all the horses I rode were trained. From that day on I became a trainer. My mom had high hopes for him in grade racing... me I wanted to do barrels but more importantly just ride him. He barley took a saddle the min he thought ud get on him he was a bucking fit. Like I said I knew nothing of horse training. Didnt know what a lunge line was. I subscribed to every horse maggazine out there. Horse illistrated clinton anderson john lynons read anything I could. Picked up books every report in school was on arabions or horses or training. I happened to fall in love with racing. My horse splash was first sat on by a jocky named denis. He was rode ran ran ran... if he wasnt hot blooded enough.. well we bring splash home. The place he called home at this time wasnt much... a make shift run in and 3 acres. I went to school telling my friends splash was home!! But I didnt quite feel right..got off the bus at my friends house hellping her move and I get a phone call... my mom I was thinking at that minute why is mom calling me gosh I told her I was helping moo. (that her nickname) I answered with MOM! And I instantly stoped wen she said you need to come home now. I knew something was wrong I ran... I was in track and I don't think I ever ran so fast in my life all 5 blocks... I get there I see leg wraps cotton gauze and some horse salve. Oh no.. I start crying its a leg and that means one thing for a horse... on the way there my mom sais to me I don't know if hell live or if hell even be able to be rode. ( I haddent even rode him yet!) but at that second I found true love. I said as long as he can walk and live happy and pain free I want him. My mother ended it there. Payed all the vet bills for a horse with a broken leg. Months whent by. And all he could do is stand there and eat lay back down. My mom and the vet said to me one day make him walk jess. Its now or never. So I called him and as funny as it sounds he picked his front left off the ground and hobbled on 3 leggs I havent ever seen any horse do that. Not even to this day. That's heart. We soon moved and set up the farm here. Where his pasture's are free of anything that can hurt him we soon found out just how splash took to training. Im not scared to admit I was terrified of this horse my friend said to me a horse will not smack into a person... people that's a load of bull ****. This horse put me in cattle gate after caddle gate into apple trees found out I could ride a buck so he decided rolling over is a better alteritive to getting people off of you. Many people called him worthless, untrainable, stupid, even said for me to get rid of him. I didnt. Years ago when he had hurt his leg. My mom shiped him off to be broke by a man known around here, oh he broke him old fashioned way hates guys now. Why my step dad who used to rase arabs didnt do it who knows I wanted to but at 14 what are you going to do? Well I kept the horse rode him back and fourth to trail rides. One day a car decieded to try to hit us why I have no clue. So my horse was now terrfied of cars too! My sister came home from a rehab and she had been ridding horses there. She wanted to ride him I didnt like it but my mom saddled him up and told her to get up there... down the rode he went as soon as he couldnt see me he freaked bucked her off and ran up to me. My mom got on him the next day and said he needs to learn to run again jessie I tryed to tell her hed run when he felt **** good and ready too but I just kissed him on the nose and said she wants a ride give her one. Boy did he. He ran alright broke like a true race horse off she went. Sorry now but I laughed so hard. He ran right to me and I said see he didnt want to run. Back to when we moved... my mom decided to get another horse, so me and all my friends started ridding togeather well kids being kids we decided to race and of course I always won I used to think he was the fastest horse in the world every day we ran 3 miles. No problem. That's a lot! But it seemed so short... then I decided he needs to put that to work with encoragement from my friend casey who runs barrels but doesnt train her horses to I started him out doing it.. but of course I had to go back to lesson 1 lunging and ground work.. he is sound. He's 7 years old and he's in training for barrels. To this day we hope to make it far just me and him. I wount let anyone else train him I know him best and if we ever do make it somewhere semi pro or even just known around here for doing something big... then ill be crazy but im proud with him just trying.