I have really enjoyed reading these responses! What a wonderful thread.
I don't have near the history that alot of you do with horses. I grew up moving from place to place and after I got grown, I didn't know how to stop moving for quite some time. Between the military and my husband of 11 years, it has really settled me down and we are fixing to plant permanent roots on our 40 acres. I use to cry when I was a child, every time I saw a horse out in a field as we would be driving down the road. I always thought, "if that was my horse, I would be right there with it alllll the time. Other times, I would look out the window as we were driving down the road and pretend that I was on horseback. I would see me and my horse (had to be an Arabian) clearing obsticles, etc. (I guess I could mention that the 1st horse I had was a dark palamino Shetland mare, that I, at the age of 3, named Sunshine. We didn't have her very long before we moved). It wasn't until I was grown that I got my 1st horse, an Arabian, who a man 'swindled' me into. She was ohhh so pretty, but ohhh so smart and HATED to be bothered. I got seriously hurt by her one day and it caused me to be a bit timid around horses. I did get the most sweetest horse for me after selling Dezzie. Casey, who is in my avatar with my dad, was perfect for me. Casey was a wonderful trail horse and we really connected. I had more ponys and full size horses during that time. Went through a divorce and had to sell because, once again, on the move. Had 1 other horse, which was Caseys little filly, for a while, but she didn't have Caseys personality, so I didn't have quite the connection with her. I got hurt at work, thought at that time I would never again be able to ride, so sold her and we moved to town.
The switch... Bought a little miniature for the kids as a Christmas present, knowing we were going to buy some land. She is too tiny for them to ride... she didn't look so tiny to me when I bought her until she was put with the kids, ha-ha. So we are trading out some work for her gelding companion, who is just big enough for the kids. I can't really call it a complete switch though because I have every intention of purchasing a gaited trail mare for me, and a medium to large riding pony for our 7 year old to grow into. It doesn't matter the size for me, I love them all! My husband calls the little one, "Yard Dawg" Which is sooo fitting for her, she acts just like a puppy!
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Enough rambeling, didn't know where to start, but wanted to jump in too.
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~Karen