My little sister (the baby of four kids) was an absolute terror growing up, and was enamored with horses as soon as she discovered them. She could climb anything, crawl under anything and get into absolutely anything and she did, on a regular basis. When she was about four, heard a commotion outside and she had crawled under the barbed wire fence to get in the pasture among the four horses. She was walking under them, around behind them, etc. Finally spooked one and they all took off, running over her in the process. Miraculously she was not seriously injured, just bumps and bruises. Didn’t put her off of horses at all. In fact she had a little Shetland that was “hers” and if we couldn’t find my sister, we’d holler for Dumplin’ and she’d come walking up with my sister on her back. My sister would put her foot on Dumplin’s knee, grab hold of the mane and shinny up like a monkey. She’d stay horseback so long that Dumplin’ would finally come and stand on the back porch until Mom would make my sister get off of her. My sister is STILL that way about horses in her 50’s LOL!
I do think horses “know” when it’s a kid. The drill team I’m on is asked to perform for equestrian therapy facilities and also participate in “barnyard buddies” days at rodeos in which special needs kids get the opportunity to love on and pet our horses. Some of the kids are on crutches, some in wheelchairs, some are autistic, etc. I’ve seen our horses consistently lower their heads low enough for a child in a wheelchair to pet them and be quiet as anything when a child approaches. Granted our horses are exposed to a lot, but there’s a special kind of gentleness they exhibit when involved with kids.
When I rode Mounted Patrol, I was part of the “security” for the Children’s Festival and I kid you not, there was over 500 kids who attended that day. We were encouraged to allow kids to pet the horses but only at the shoulder and of course with supervision. I believe every single kid there petted Skip that day and by the end of it, he had backed into one of the corners next to the hedges and shrubs and was like, “Nope, I am on kid overload…no more petting for me today!”
Those moms could have cared less
about letting those kids run behind him, around him, approach him with sandals or flip flops on…obviously, I’ll never forget that day! I needed eyes completely around my head.
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