I well remember that ache, the void in my life that only a horse can fill. I was that little girl who saw a horse for the first time and was hooked and begging for pony rides at every opportunity. For me though, I didn't get to take lessons . I did have a horsey friend when I was a pre-teen and still consider those years as the best years of my childhood. I finally, finally realized the dream 19 years ago at the age of 32 when the moon and the stars aligned themselves into such a pattern as to make horse ownership possible for me.
"My biggest fear is that when I die my husband is going to try to sell all my horses and tack for what I told him they cost."
What amazed me was that while I don't recognize the rider, I know the last two barns she rode at! Out of all the Youtube videos out there about young girls loving to ride, you posted one whose barns I recognize!
~Kryswyn~ Always look on the bright side of life, de doo, de doo de doo de doo
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What a great video I remember being a horse-crazed little girl, too. My parents couldn't afford lessons, but when I went with a family friend to a farm (Borderland Farms in Warwick, NY) she would give me impromptu lessons on a chubby little pony
In the meantime, I had to practice my dressage and jumping in the front yard, hands held in proper position, stick in one hand, and W/T/C around the yard, horseless
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