Originally posted by DressageGeek "Ribbon Ho"
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Wow. Miss a little, miss a lot!
When I was a kid, after years of begging, I was allowed to take one lesson a week, in a series of 10, at a barn 30 minutes away. Each lesson was just under an hour. I lived for that hour. Getting two series of 10 in a row? Sheer heaven.
Please understand that both my parents worked, my father was out of town for weeks at a stretch for his job, money was tight, I have two older brothers, and neither parent understood this horse crazy thing. Or believed it would last. Given a different situation, they would have loved to have indulged me as do IHB's parents.
I used to beg to go to one mall because, at the time, it had a sort of western store and there were a few horse care items. I hoarded my money and would stealthily buy a brush or hoof pick. I kept these items in a box (after much agonizing over "my" stable colors). This box moved with me, from Long Island to Ithaca to New York City to Boston to St. Louis, from when I was 8 or 9 until when I got my very own horse, at (gulp) 40. Which is why the bandages for my leg wraps predated velcro, and why Ted's first halter was too small, even though he takes a cob size.
I really enjoy IHB's posts. I like to be reminded how exciting anything even remotely horsey was. I used to look through catalogues and dream of the time that I would have "the right" to order from them. Anyone who's read my posts knows how much I love my horse, but still - I always like to be reminded when any horsey thing was almost a miracle.
I find in IHB's posts a joy and excitement for horses, that, as a child, I was barely able to indulge. And I want very much to keep that as an adult, and to not let the stresses of life intrude on that joy.
If I were IHB's trainer, I would be thrilled to have someone who has that love and joy. I've seen too many kids who are or become blase, and how much fun could they be to teach? And I'm glad to find out that she does have a wonderful barn and terrific trainer, because it would break my heart to see all that love get trampled.
If you don't want to read her posts, just don't click on the titles with your mouse. This is how I avoid all Anky threads. It is how I realize, when I click on a title and realize I can't really offer advice, that I can move on to another thread without responding.
I love reading about Reynard Ridge's adventures with the $700 pony, or White Trash Dressage, or any Parelli bashing thread, but I always smile at IHB's threads as well. She helps me stop and remember that horse crazy kid who literally hoarded pennies to save up for horse board, only to surrender it for college tuition. Don't take her away from me.
When I was a kid, after years of begging, I was allowed to take one lesson a week, in a series of 10, at a barn 30 minutes away. Each lesson was just under an hour. I lived for that hour. Getting two series of 10 in a row? Sheer heaven.
Please understand that both my parents worked, my father was out of town for weeks at a stretch for his job, money was tight, I have two older brothers, and neither parent understood this horse crazy thing. Or believed it would last. Given a different situation, they would have loved to have indulged me as do IHB's parents.
I used to beg to go to one mall because, at the time, it had a sort of western store and there were a few horse care items. I hoarded my money and would stealthily buy a brush or hoof pick. I kept these items in a box (after much agonizing over "my" stable colors). This box moved with me, from Long Island to Ithaca to New York City to Boston to St. Louis, from when I was 8 or 9 until when I got my very own horse, at (gulp) 40. Which is why the bandages for my leg wraps predated velcro, and why Ted's first halter was too small, even though he takes a cob size.
I really enjoy IHB's posts. I like to be reminded how exciting anything even remotely horsey was. I used to look through catalogues and dream of the time that I would have "the right" to order from them. Anyone who's read my posts knows how much I love my horse, but still - I always like to be reminded when any horsey thing was almost a miracle.
I find in IHB's posts a joy and excitement for horses, that, as a child, I was barely able to indulge. And I want very much to keep that as an adult, and to not let the stresses of life intrude on that joy.
If I were IHB's trainer, I would be thrilled to have someone who has that love and joy. I've seen too many kids who are or become blase, and how much fun could they be to teach? And I'm glad to find out that she does have a wonderful barn and terrific trainer, because it would break my heart to see all that love get trampled.
If you don't want to read her posts, just don't click on the titles with your mouse. This is how I avoid all Anky threads. It is how I realize, when I click on a title and realize I can't really offer advice, that I can move on to another thread without responding.
I love reading about Reynard Ridge's adventures with the $700 pony, or White Trash Dressage, or any Parelli bashing thread, but I always smile at IHB's threads as well. She helps me stop and remember that horse crazy kid who literally hoarded pennies to save up for horse board, only to surrender it for college tuition. Don't take her away from me.
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