Taking pictures of pictures doesn’t make for the best pictures. Here are a few from my first ride to high school. Little me.
I remember this day because it was the day my mother said I would become a trick rider. She told me to go catch Darcell and ride her into the yard, then told me to do these random things on her bareback. I felt special. Lol
Pete and I were both so little after my first lesson.
This was around the time we were doing exhibitions.
Runt was the love of my life!
This picture is out of order. This was branding on Nuisance, who was a mare of my Grandfather’s.