As a young girl of 10 or so, I recall peddling my bicycle as fast as I could to the stable after school and on weekends and holidays. I grew older and went to other horses. There were new trails and other long gallops along different shores. They all, however, stand out as days of freedom and pure abandonment. There is a lot to say in between, but now in my early 40's I look back and am so grateful that my parents let me cultivate this remarkable passion.
Horses can be incredibly loyal but it is born from respect.
If you are aggressive and brutal to them, they may obey you out of fear, not respect. Treat horses with kindness and love, they will forever be there for you. In the years that followed, I owned several horses, had some terrible disappointments, but overall, some remarkable treasured times. Riding trails and galloping through waves and clover fields will always and forever hold a special place in my heart. I ventured on and showed western, then went to Hunters and then ultimately Jumpers.