When I was a little girl, all I ever wanted to do was ride horses. Everyone always said it was a phase I would grow out of it, I think my parents kind of wished that I would “grow” out of horses. Truth was I never did. At 10 I switched from learning Western to English after feeling the thrill of guiding a horse over a jump while also learning that the horn on a western saddles can be very painful when hit. After that I learned everything I could about show jumping, riding different school horses, a failed experiment at owning a green horse, and leasing different horses, and at 15 my parents finally resigned that this wasn’t a phase we started looking for a horse for me.
This blog is dedicated to him to all the lessons he taught me. This is our story, how it began and how it ended.