The Beginning

When my love for horses began I was only 8. That same year we moved into a larger town, which doesn't allow "livestock" within city limits. So could only daydream about horses, I daydreamed forr two years until my parents gave me horse riding lessons as a gift. During my first lesson I was surprised I was put on the horse, it was amazing. I for once got to feel the smooth rocking motion, of the hooves as they touched the ground. It was a dream come true, that's when I knew I was hooked for good. My first horse I rode was an old barrel horse, who was gentle and kind and didn't mind my flopping in the saddle. Once I got the feel for the horse I was given reins. I was so afraid I would tear up the horses mouth with a snaffle bit. I was stuck to walking for a couple of lessons before I was allowed to trot. It was such a feeling, it was nothing I could have thought of.