For my ninth birthday, my mom helped me achieve my dream. She blindfolded me and took me to a barn where I started taking horseback riding lessons. My mom made it work for me.
For the next year, I did my homework and took lessons. Eventually, I started leasing a horse named Reba. Soon, a friend asked me to co-own a black quarter horse gelding with her. I was so excited to finally be getting my own horse. After a trial period, we decided against the co-ownership. It just didn’t work out. Personalities didn’t mix and my riding time was shared. After learning that we were not going to go through with the ownership, I was miserable for days. I cried my eyes out cause I felt like I had worked so hard to get to the point of ownership.
I soon recovered because my family decided to get our own horse. We looked at tons of horses. I found my dream horse when I test rode a beautiful little grey mare. We purchased her from a sweet lady who was downsizing her herd.
I had ups and downs with my first real horse. To be quite honest, the first year and a half was mostly downs. She was great and then we moved boarding barns and she misbehaved. We moved again and for some reason, we clicked. She became my golden girl. Together, we created a bond like no other. We competed and placed in over sixty events. This horse was my other half.
Unfortunately, we had a couple of bad accidents and I discovered there was something wrong with her. She became unrideable. I was utterly devastated. We had a bond like no other and everyone knew it. I decided it was best for both of us if she was leased out. I wanted to continue improving my horsemanship skills and I knew she needed to be in a pasture. Riding was never the same again. I tried bonding with other equine partners, but I never was enthusiastic about riding anymore.