Ahh, horses. I live for them. From my first riding camp experiences when I was 7, I knew that I was hooked! At the ripe old age of nine, my father finally bought me a gangly colt named lightning, who followed me around the pasture like a loyal dog. I love him to pieces, and he is one of my best friends to this day! When I was 12, we adopted a new equine into our loving family- a five year old mare named Golden Mist. It was love at first ride, as I discovered her spirited gates and whimsical demeanor. Through competing in western classes at local 4H shows, Mist and I developed a sisterly bond. But it didn't take long to learn that there was more to this little mare than a sweet face and a prancing trot. My baby could run! It started with walk/trot gaming patterns in 4H shows, and at the county fair. Soon, we were entering all the barrel racing and pole bending classes available! Now, we enjoy competing for money at the ranch down the road, and through it all, i have made several friends- both horse and human! Lately, I've been teaching my little mare to jump, and as always, she faces each new task with a bold look of determination! I feel like we are very in tune with each other's feelings, and she can understand when I'm down in the dumps. Who knew horses could be so comforting when you're bummed out? As for lightning, he continues to be a steady gentleman with an easy gait, and a relaxed mannor. I love spending quiet hours grooming him and relaxing, and he's a great trail horse!
This year, my dad fell in love with a miniature gelding, whom we affectionately call Goober! Although this cute little guy cannot bare our weight on his back, my mother and the rest of the family loves to pet and lead him around. He serves as a cute little mascot for our constuction business, and a loyal friend of the family.
I've had so many wonderful experiences with my equine family, it would be impossible for me to choose only one. I will tell you one not so great moment that occured in September of last year, though it was mostly my fault. I had not tightened the girth on my new saddle well enough, before i went for a jouncing ride on my little Misty. Before I could call he to a hault, the saddle had slipped to the side, and my boot was caught in the stirrup. Being a smart girl, Mist stopped as soon as I fell, but was confused at the pressure she still felt on the reins. Not knowing any better, she backed up, and stomped all over my upturned back! Luckily, i did not break any ribs, or puncture any organs, but I'll tell you, my mom was scared! I do not blame my little mare for this incident, but i refer to it as a learning experience!
This quick response can by no means explain my unconditional love for my horses over the last nine years of my life, but I can instead share some of my passion with fellow horse enthusiasts! Horses rock!