I really enjoyed @misty blog/diary so thought it would be fun to share how we all got started on this road, who is to blame for your addiction and how did it take off?
My grandfather is to blame, when I was a wee dot he would take me to look at the horses and that could keep me quiet for hours Then when I was 2 he arranged for me to ride with a customer of his (he owned a shop) and she turned out to be the hunt mistress and her daughter was 2 years older than me so I rode her pony, popcorn, who was a little strawberry roan. I had lunge lessons and rode around their farm and of course learnt to jump early on, one of my earliest memories as a child was a lunge lesson where I fell at a Jacobs ladder, got my foot stuck in the stirrup and was dragged through the jump, she plonked me right back on and we carried on it was just part of it part of my payment for lessons was to feed her pigs I rode there until I was 7 when we moved away and I then went to a regular riding school.
My grandfather is to blame, when I was a wee dot he would take me to look at the horses and that could keep me quiet for hours Then when I was 2 he arranged for me to ride with a customer of his (he owned a shop) and she turned out to be the hunt mistress and her daughter was 2 years older than me so I rode her pony, popcorn, who was a little strawberry roan. I had lunge lessons and rode around their farm and of course learnt to jump early on, one of my earliest memories as a child was a lunge lesson where I fell at a Jacobs ladder, got my foot stuck in the stirrup and was dragged through the jump, she plonked me right back on and we carried on it was just part of it part of my payment for lessons was to feed her pigs I rode there until I was 7 when we moved away and I then went to a regular riding school.
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