I've been "horse crazy" all my life. My bro. & sisters used to take me to the neighbors and put me on their old plow horse when I could barely sit alone. (I was sort of spoiled as they were teenagers when I came along). Then I begged and pleaded horse rides on evey occasion and from anyone that would listen (friends who lived on farms, the ponies at the carnival, even a cutting horse that belonged to one of my Dad's friends). Around age 10 my half-sister, who lived in the country, saved enough for a horse so I pleaded, took my savings, and bought one too around age 14. Back then a big horse went for $100 or so and you could pasture them for $20 a month. We showed mostly in barrel races.
When I got married I had to sell the horse and for the next 30 yrs had to settle for taking girl scouts riding and wrangling horses at scout camp and sometimes showing my sister's horses. After my kids were grown I got a QH and started showing again. Then came English lessons at age 50 for the riding/jumping trip to Ireland with my sis.
Got into minis 8 years ago when I had knee trouble. Started showing them and haven't looked back. They're so entertaining at home, at parades, at shows, and nursing homes. Love them!
When I got married I had to sell the horse and for the next 30 yrs had to settle for taking girl scouts riding and wrangling horses at scout camp and sometimes showing my sister's horses. After my kids were grown I got a QH and started showing again. Then came English lessons at age 50 for the riding/jumping trip to Ireland with my sis.
Got into minis 8 years ago when I had knee trouble. Started showing them and haven't looked back. They're so entertaining at home, at parades, at shows, and nursing homes. Love them!