I love horses... as I hope most of us here do! So... now I shall proceed to type up all sorts of info about how long I've been riding, what I do, my horses, and other ways that I surround myself with the equine species. ;) Congrats if you actually make it all the way through.
Believe it or not, I'm not about to tell you that I've been riding ever since I could walk because
A: When you're two and you're on a horse, you aren't really riding... just sitting on a moving object
B: I've been riding ten years... and I'm older than twelve.
Currently, I do a majority of Dressage which is "the execution by a trained horse of precision movements in response to barely perceptible signals from its rider"... if you want the high and mighty definition. I have also done a fair amount of jumping and I love a good jaunt in the on the trails.
Now to tell you about my gorgeous horses!
About seven years ago, my mom bought a beautiful warmblood mix whose name is Kasja (pronounced cash-a). Kasja is a cross of Selle Francais, Hanoverian, and Thoroughbred. She is a big 16.1 hands and her coat is a wonderfully deep shade of black-brown. The only catch is... she's an airhead. Her heart is in the right place and she's sweet as can be, but she often spooks and she was trained incorrectly... so we've had to basically re-start from square one. She has come very far and we have a deep bond with her, but she still isn't perfect. Four years ago, she had major soundness issues... and was on stall rest for a year. It was tough stuff, but these days she's much better.
About two years ago, my dream came true in the form of Panache. She is a 13.2 hh Welsh Cob who was imported here (the US) from Canada as a four year old. Her registered name is Gallod Rhosyn Goch (which means Red Rose in Welsh). She's a wonderful rich red chestnut with roaning and a flaxen mane and tail... not to mention the faint dorsal stripe she has going down her back. Panache came to us as a bitter and ornery pony who had been over-shown and ridden with a death grip on the reins. After just a month or so of retraining, she soon discovered that my sister and I are much softer on the bit. Now she's calmest of all the horses at the barn. We tack her up loose in her stall, leave her ground tied in the arena, lean on her, pull on her, ride her bareback all over the place, and all sorts of other things. She really is the perfect pony.
To finish filling my life up with horses, I volunteer regularly at a therapeutic riding center and work part-time at Evergreen Equestrian Center as the trainer's assistant.
So... did you actually manage to get through all of this and maintain some level of interest? I hope so! If you did, kudos to you!