A Seasoned Riders Confession
I remember how excited I was when I got me first horse when I was 12 years old. I couldn't sleep the night before and I couldn't stop smiling. I remember being so thrilled when I got to feed the horses and fill the water tub. That first ride on my own horse sent me over the moon. Going to the tack store and buying new halter and lead was so much fun for me. Don't get me started on how exciting it was when I got a new saddle. Every thing that summer was wonderful to me, even cleaning stalls. There have been several new horses that have entered my life since that first horse 45 years ago. I would like to say that I'm grown up now and I don't get that excited anymore, but that wouldn't be truthful. I still find myself getting that same feeling in pit of my stomach when a new horses is about to arrive. I will still go out and purchase a new halter and lead for that new horse which is still fun. The first ride is still exciting and honestly it makes me feel like a 12 year old again. A new horse just brings that the 12 old horse crazy girl out in me. Each time I welcome a new horse into my life my handsome Morab gelding Omar is not far from my thoughts and neither is that 12 year old girl I use to be.