I was almost 51 the 1st time I ever got on a horse. My friend took a picture and I was leaning sideways on the horse, but I was on the horse.. After that, I was hooked. I spent as much time with this horse as I could, but I only rode him 1 more time before deciding that I needed lessons. I was bouncing all over the place.
My brother told me that he could teach me to ride. Big mistake. His idea of a riding lesson was to put me on a horse, slap it on the butt, then yell out, "Hang on, don't fall off. Now turn him, turn him." He said that's how he was taught.
It took me a few months before I even attempted to call a riding instructor. To be honest, I was afraid to. I had several phone conversations with her before I went for a lessons. We saddled up my lesson horse and I walked it around the arena, then she showed me how to do a couple of ground school exercises to make sure that the horse was paying attention to me. She wanted to make sure I was comfortable with the horse before I got on.
Now, before I got on this horse, I stopped her and said, "You're not going to slap him on the butt are ya." After I explained what happened with my brother, she understood why I was so nervous. She assured me that that wasn't going to happen. I had so much fun in my 1st lesson that I eventually started going twice a week. Unfortunately, she couldn't take me very far in her lessons. Only the basics. Her basics mainly consist of a lot of riding at the walk, and sometimes the trot. She referred me to another instructor.
I'm almost 55 now still very much a beginner and trying to learn all that I can. I do local shows. But it's mostly to meet other horse people. I've met a lot of fun people there and we go on a lot of trail rides together.
"Don't let doubt, fear or the negativity of others stand in the way of your dreams and goals." - Clinton