Join Date: May 2012
Location: CT USA an English transplant
When I was 12 (which was quite a long time ago) & living in the UK I used to head off on my own for the entire day on my pony. I would tell my mother where I was going but frequently changed my mind minutes later. I would have a few dry crackers, some chocolate and a drink in a little backpack, some baler twine and a boy scout type hoofpick/knife thing in my pocket.
No cell phones in those day, I frequently get lost exploring some woodland trail and often rode for miles along canal banks