When did you first remember being fascinated by a horse? When do you first remember knowing you loved horses? For me I remember walking home from early grade school and going to the farm close by and sitting in the field and watching this horse graze...just graze...and I'd be there for 2 hours and go home for supper....I remember feeling so happy and content....
Hi Erin, this was a lovely and moving post. This fall, Barnmice will be doing something very special in terms of stories from our members. I do hope when we make the announcement that you will write something for us.
I was about 4 when I started loving horses. I begged to ride a horse, but got the same answer every time - "When your older." So I asked again and again until finally when I was 7 and a half, I went to ride. Now, I love my 2 horses Unforgettable Love - Love & Schuyler (sky-ler) - Sky.
I have loved horses my whole life. When I was very young my mother read the Black Stallion to me ever since I have been fascinated. At school I'm considered a know it all because I have always enjoyed studying horses, and because I used to have horses. When I was three my mom asked me what kind of pony I would want ( All I ever asked for was a pony), and I said "Mommy I want a black one because their the fastest."
That was only the beginning. Once I could read I was studying trying to learn everything I could. Once I could walk and talk I asked for a pony. I would talk and talk to mom about horses and ponies just so I could prove that I could handle having one. Of course the answer always was when your older. I kept on asking and asking until I was 8. On my 8th birthday I came home to my 11 acre farm (which I always thought looked to empty without any horses.) I turned the corner to enter the house, and what do I see? A horse! I just stood there and stared for a while. then it finally sunk in. I had a horse!! I walked over feeling so excited that I could burst. I walked up and entered the round pen she was in, and ran my fingers over her silky coat. "S-she's a Quarter Horse" I stammered before bursting into tears of joy and barring my head in her fur. This was what I had been waiting for for longer than I can remember. I think the only time that I have ever cried more in one day is when 3 years later(after getting 3 more horses
) it was time to say good bye. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I still cry sometimes. Three years have passed I I now live in Cincinnati, OH (Instead of Lake Whales, Florida where we had the horses.). Up to date I have never had memories that I cherish more, and probably never will.
When I was little there were still a few horses around doing jobs, like the rag and bone man's, and the laundry horse, I saw them and loved them.
My parents were hairdressers we had no horses but we lived in a little village which had a SMITHY which is a blacksmiths where horses were shod. We passed this magic place occasionally and once or twice there was a horse being shod .... we never stopped.
But I knew where it was and at 3 years old, would, as soon as my Mum's back was turned just toddle off there to see a horse, sometimes there was no horse so I'd sit for hours, hoping. If Mum hadn't come to find me goodness knows, a horse might have arrived....
It was nice then people were polite and kind especially the blacksmith he'd let me stroke them.
I was 9 before Mum took us to Thomas's riding stables were I rode my first horse, a little white Welsh Mountain pony called Dolly, she had a long wavy mane and tail and was like a fairy pony.
I was born loving horses. I was born in Dallas, Texas, and when I was little, like Lesley, there were still a few working horses around. There was an old rag man that came around, and my mother told me that when I was just a babe in arms, I would get wild when I heard the "clip, clop" on the pavement. She would carry me outside so I could see the horse. I don't even remember this, and barely remember the rag man at all.
Never had a horse or even got to ride until I was an adult with my own money. That was over 30 years ago now. I can't even imagine a life without horses.
I always use this quote from Robert Vavra to describe my feelings: "From my earliest memories, I have loved horses with a longing beyond words."
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