So, I've decided to start journaling about my lessons, since so far, it's been a crazy journey for only 4 lessons. Lol.
How it all began
For the 16 years I've lived, most of them were spent with one goal, one idea, one dream and one thing I wanted; to ride horses.
Ever since I was little I'd draw them, imagine them, dream about them. Yeah, of course at the time most would have thought I was the typical little girl, but I never really grew out of it.
I'd never ridden before, save for a couple of trail rides at pack places, and sometimes my friends Bonnie and Brandon from Renaissance Fairs would let me help tack and untack their horses. They offered to let me ride, but I was afraid I'd be terrible.
By the Mid-summer after I'd turned 16, I pretty much gave up, I resented horses and people who owned them because I was jealous and angry with myself. No matter how hard I had tried, something always went wrong anytime I came close to getting lessons or someone offered let me help them with their horse. I grew angry with myself, and with the world; I was convinced dreams never come true and goals can never be reached.
A few months after that I stumbled across an ad on a horse website for a Friesian gelding that was for sale in my area. He wasn't completely stunning, or completely athletic, infact, to be perfectly honest, he was very average; I liked him anyway. I didn't give a **** if his feathering was thin, or his mane was short or he just didn't have enough pizzaz in his dressage shots. I really liked that horse, a lot more than any horse I'd seen in my life, I've Friesians before, I've seen a Gypsy Drum, I've seen Warmbloods, Lusitanos, Fjords, all variety of drafts... And a ton of QHs, Mustangs, Arabs and thoroughbreds.
I decided to E-mail the seller of the horse, asking if I could visit her ranch (10 mins away from my residence) I wasn't interested in buying the horse, she knew it too, but she let me come visit anyway.
The weekend I visited I met all the other Friesians she owned, from the babies to the yearlings to the full grown horses, of all different varieties too, some of them were the sleek type of Friesian, the others were baroque types. They were terribly friendly and at one point I came close to crying.
Before I realized it, she'd arranged with her trainer to let me take lessons on Ludsen; the very horse in the sale ad that I liked, I never even told her out of the five Friesians she put for sale on that site that it was him who I liked the best. Said lessons, costing only $20 for an hour.
So, that is the story of how I wound up with riding lessons on a Friesian horse.