So, I grew up on a paint farm in Colorado. My mom bought a stallion when I was 6, and she began showing him. Earned his third world champion title (All around hi-point champion, Working cow horse champion, and utility driving champion) and then she began to breed him. She had lots of nice foals, and always promised while I was growing up, that one day I would have a foal of his of my own. Every year I would pick a pregnant mare, and she'd tell me if the foal was colored they'd be my new show horse. I was a curse though, none of my picks were ever born with paint patterns and thus couldn't be registered.
All this time I showed my first show horse, Foxy. We did walk/trot and 13 & Under western classes. I learned a lot on her, and loved her very very much. After I was 14, she wasn't really good enough, most youth in APHA shows have to upgrade because their 13 & under horses aren't going to cut it against the horses the older kids have.
Meanwhile, we had this colt, Bali. He was two and a stallion, beautiful coloring and conformation. He looked a lot like his dad, and my mom was thrilled. He was going to fallow in his fathers foot steps for sure. He was rather nuts as a stallion though, breaking through a fence and injuring himself terribly to get to mares, being really stubborn, etc. He was gelded because my mom didn't want to deal with a stallion with any kind of "study" attitude after her horse, who was a puppy dog in comparison.
Well, our trainer really loved Bali and saw a lot of potential in him. He told my mom she should pass him on as my 14 - 18 horse. It would take me some time to get used to him, and him to me, but they figured by the time I was 15 or so I could show him. I didn't like this idea, I was stubborn because I loved Foxy... and I only knew Bali as a crazy colt.
I began riding him occasionally for lessons, and we started to get along pretty well. Soon we had to move to a smaller farm so my mom decided to sell Foxy as we could only take 8 horses to the new farm. I was upset but I knew I had to move on, and Bali was growing on me.
Bali and I did a lot of schooling and open shows, we'd win everytime. He was started in reining but when he was passed to me he became a Western Pleasure, Horsemanship, Showmanship, and Trial horse. We did a couple shows in the APHA circuit before things changed.
I was born with a chronic illness, and although I had been healthy since I was about 7 years old, at 15 it really struck me down again. I was super sick for three years, only getting the chance to ride about once a month or so... even though I tried and pushed myself to get out there when I could... by the time I was saddled I usually was so sick feeling I just couldn't ride.
I was listed for transplant when I was 17, and it was sucessful, but I had to have a second transplant (first was an intestine, next was a kidney) so I spent a lot of time recovering from that. By the time I was 18 I had missed so much of my teenage years I wanted to go out and be with my peers. I rode seldomly, and lost interest in showing. I was all about my friends and going out and partying! Lol
I moved to California to pursue my dreams of being a screenwriter, and to go to college. I kissed Bali goodbye and left, thinking seeing him once in a while when I was home would be enough.
I was wrong!
About a year after living here I became really sad everytime I saw a horse on TV or anything. I had also gone on medication for anxiety/depression. My boyfriend took me riding at a horse rental place and I felt the happiest I had in months. I didn't want to leave. I went home and began researching how much it would be to lease a horse out here- never dreaming I would be able to bring Bali out.
I found a cute little horse named Chip, who I ride now because his owners are trying to sell him and since no one rides him (except me) people were turning him down cause he was a rebel to ride heehee! He is calm when someone works with him a few times a week, obviously just wanting attention. He'll be sold soon, lots of interest, super cute little guy. ANYWAY....
I talked to my mom about how I wanted to find a horse to lease, and how since I had begun riding Chip I had noticed a drastic change in my mood and depression symptoms. Mom asked how much boarding was there. One thing lead to another and now...... Bali will be here in about a week!!!!!!! My mom is sending him to me for my 21st birthday, and I absolutely can't wait to have my buddy back!
I found the best barn ever to keep him at! It's 40 minutes away, but you can't get much closer than that, I truly live in the city of Los Angeles! Heehee
Eventually, I'd love to show Bali again, give him the chance to shine that he never got. Right now though, I am just thrilled he's going to be with me again. No one really rode him back home because he is very hard to get along with without a lot of ground work and trust building, he's not a horse just anyone can hop on and ride. (He has a lot of psychological issues from his mother, she taught him to be VERY fearful of humans because she associated my mother with the death of her first foal- who was choked by his umbilical cord and sadly born dead.) Which I am worried about slightly cause I haven't ridden him since last christmas, and even though he's been in training this summer, I am sure he's going to be a biiiiiig poo head when he first gets here!
Anyways... That's what my horse journey is at the moment.
I can't wait til his fluffy little face gets here. He'll have so much shedding to do! Heehee...
Thanks for reading!!