My dad has always hated riding and barely tolerated horses. He grew up on a horse farm (his mother/my grandmother owned 17 horses on the property when she died) and learned to despise the daily barn chores when he had no interest in horses. Imagine how thrilled he was when he started noticing I was totally enthused with horses! Regardless, he was the one who signed me up for my first real riding lessons as a kid, and he's always done whatever he can to make sure my sister and I are happy. I have a lot to be appreciative for.