I was thinking about this as I was driving today...
When I was younger, and my mom use to drive me to the barn, I use to pretend the car was a horse, and that shadows on the ground were jumps. I use to count strides between "jumps". I would set the pace to the beat of whatever was playing on the radio. I guess it was my form of entertainment on the long drives out to the barn.
Maybe that's how I got such a good eye for distances!
I did this...only I used the telephone poles as my jumps.....I think it taught me about length of stride as opposed to the speed the car was going as I being the passenger could alter my imaginary strides but not the speed....Back in the day I think I had a pretty good eye....
haha, I did (and, er, do) all of these things. I always count my strides and count down to the "take-off" point when I'm walking and I have to step up or over anything. And then I want to go do it over again if I don't get a perfect "distance".
"On the back of a horse I felt whole, complete, connected to that vital place in the center of me...and the chaos within me found balance."
When I was growing up I WAS the horse! I had a lovely canter and trot,,,,collected to extended and was an excellent jumper. I ate popcorn from my hand as a horse would eat. Occasionally I reared and bucked. I was AWESOME!!
Oh we did also play horse at recess One person would be the horse and put a jump rope around their waist to be the reins. Then another person would be the rider and run behind steering with the rope ends. Actually I guess this was closer to driving than to riding
Like SarahandSam, I would always go into 2-point over speed bumps and especially the little speed strips on the highway before stop lights. The rhythm is always the same...jump, one stride, jump, one stride, jump, bounce, jump, bounce, jump!
At the lake, I would also practice my dressage tests while riding the waverunner/ jetski. It was great mental practice. I'm sure it looked really weird to others, though!