Hello everyone and anyone.
After reading through (and loving) many journals I thought I may as well start my own, and create a place to share/vent/laugh/cry about all things to come!
I guess a little back ground to start with:
I'm 25 now, I started riding when I was around 4-5 years old, my mama always had horses when I was growing up, most likely where my obsession began.
I was the girl who's walls you couldn't see past the horse posters/magazine cutouts and so on.
I started riding lessons at around 8 or so, I went twice a week, loved every second.
When I was around 10-11 I got my first pony which I had begged and pleased for.
His name was chocolate, very fitting. A sweet, absolutely bomb proof pony.
Perfect for a beginner that I was, the type of horse you could run up to in the paddock and lead onto his back and he wouldn't even look up. (Looking back now, I'm not sure that is such a safe thing for a small child) I lived on a farm, was always out doors and I guess left up to my own devices. We lived about 200m from a state forest, so which I could endlessly trail ride in, there was even a mini 'cross country' track that was right in the middle of the shrub but after many riders going through its was like a course with about 10 log jumps. It was crazy and amazing, and looking back I definitely should of appreciated it all more. Not to say I didn't, but remembering it all, it was an amazing way to grow up with what I had such simple access to.
Moving forward a few years, as I progressed as a rider, and my beautiful pony got older and deserved a loving retirement (we kept him until the end) I was lucky enough to get another horse, she was a bit firey, 16HH TB x Arab. Velvet, I loved her. All her quirks. All her flaws. She was impossible to show, was to excitable, flighty, but I just loved it. (Again looking back, that fearless attitude to a horse that got me off more than any other)
I was never the competive type, I loved jumping/cross country. But showing I was never in a position to do most of the time, so most of my riding was trail/pleasure and just doing my own thing.
Forward again, I went through that somewhat typical stage at 16, where horses took a back seat, and friends/boys/social life started to feel more appealing, so my riding became the odd trail once a fortnight/month instead of the daily ride.
I ended up, in quite a severe car accident at 17, I broke my spine, collar bone, ribs had quite severe facial scarring across one side of my face.
There's not to much to say about it. A horrible time, which is behind me now.
My beautiful horse, we ended up giving to a riding school for the special needs. What an angel she was for them, the perfect behavior from a horse that could be so flighty. I was very happy, for her, for them, that her story wasn't over and we could give some children such joy.
Between 17 and now, I've had another spinal fusion 2 years ago. Which truly changed my life, as the first one, didn't work. So 2 years later, I feel great, my back feels great.
After all this time, I am back in the saddle.
Which brings me to what all this is really about, Target.
My beautiful new lease horse, 15.3 (ish) black, Australian stockhorse.
He's 6 years old, he's also coming back into work after a year spell after a tendon issue.
So we're both a bit broken figuring it all out together.
This will be our journey.
Sorry with how long this has gotten, I will get more into all things riding and Target next.
:pinkunicorn::pinkunicorn::pinkunicorn:
After reading through (and loving) many journals I thought I may as well start my own, and create a place to share/vent/laugh/cry about all things to come!
I guess a little back ground to start with:
I'm 25 now, I started riding when I was around 4-5 years old, my mama always had horses when I was growing up, most likely where my obsession began.
I was the girl who's walls you couldn't see past the horse posters/magazine cutouts and so on.
I started riding lessons at around 8 or so, I went twice a week, loved every second.
When I was around 10-11 I got my first pony which I had begged and pleased for.
His name was chocolate, very fitting. A sweet, absolutely bomb proof pony.
Perfect for a beginner that I was, the type of horse you could run up to in the paddock and lead onto his back and he wouldn't even look up. (Looking back now, I'm not sure that is such a safe thing for a small child) I lived on a farm, was always out doors and I guess left up to my own devices. We lived about 200m from a state forest, so which I could endlessly trail ride in, there was even a mini 'cross country' track that was right in the middle of the shrub but after many riders going through its was like a course with about 10 log jumps. It was crazy and amazing, and looking back I definitely should of appreciated it all more. Not to say I didn't, but remembering it all, it was an amazing way to grow up with what I had such simple access to.
Moving forward a few years, as I progressed as a rider, and my beautiful pony got older and deserved a loving retirement (we kept him until the end) I was lucky enough to get another horse, she was a bit firey, 16HH TB x Arab. Velvet, I loved her. All her quirks. All her flaws. She was impossible to show, was to excitable, flighty, but I just loved it. (Again looking back, that fearless attitude to a horse that got me off more than any other)
I was never the competive type, I loved jumping/cross country. But showing I was never in a position to do most of the time, so most of my riding was trail/pleasure and just doing my own thing.
Forward again, I went through that somewhat typical stage at 16, where horses took a back seat, and friends/boys/social life started to feel more appealing, so my riding became the odd trail once a fortnight/month instead of the daily ride.
I ended up, in quite a severe car accident at 17, I broke my spine, collar bone, ribs had quite severe facial scarring across one side of my face.
There's not to much to say about it. A horrible time, which is behind me now.
My beautiful horse, we ended up giving to a riding school for the special needs. What an angel she was for them, the perfect behavior from a horse that could be so flighty. I was very happy, for her, for them, that her story wasn't over and we could give some children such joy.
Between 17 and now, I've had another spinal fusion 2 years ago. Which truly changed my life, as the first one, didn't work. So 2 years later, I feel great, my back feels great.
After all this time, I am back in the saddle.
Which brings me to what all this is really about, Target.
My beautiful new lease horse, 15.3 (ish) black, Australian stockhorse.
He's 6 years old, he's also coming back into work after a year spell after a tendon issue.
So we're both a bit broken figuring it all out together.
This will be our journey.
Sorry with how long this has gotten, I will get more into all things riding and Target next.
:pinkunicorn::pinkunicorn::pinkunicorn: