Me? No, that never happened to me. Where most of my friends moved with they're lives and left behind they're love of horses. I held on to it with a passion and fierceness I would never let go of.
Without horses I honestly couldn't tell you who I'd be. One thing is for sure, I would not be the same person writing this now.
When we first moved out to the country about 15 years ago. We did not own any horses of our own, so we boarded for a neighbor of ours. She had two mares and they're foals. I ended falling in love with one and imprinted her. Not long after she took her horses back and we bought some of our own.
My first horse was a POA (Pony of America). She was the most stubborn horse I had ever met. Later on she got bred (accidentally) and had her foal in our pasture where I trained my first horse ever (Yes the foal). Lyla was born when I was around ten. When I was 13 I started the training of Lyla. It was really fun and I enjoyed it a lot. It wasn't like the movies you see the cowboys getting thrown to the ground or anything. I went slow and easy and gained trust and then worked from there. By the time they trust me I can get on they're back with no problem.
As I got older I realized Lyla was getting too small for me. It was time for me to find a taller, bigger horse. My dad and I started looking around and by the time I found one I liked I traded Lyla and some of my own cash for my horse Bud.
I still own Bud as of now. He is the worlds best horse. Ok, ok, so maybe he isn't exactly a perfect horse, but HEY! I make up where he lacks right?! (^_^)
I got Bud around 6 years ago and we are thick as thieves. We are both extremely stubborn and are constantly making circles around each other. Despite it all, we love each other to pieces.
