My Journey On A Horse

My Journey On A Horse.

Part One; Childhood.

My journey and my life with horses is a long one, so instead of boring you in one post, I’ll bore you in several different posts. 

I think I was around two years old when I first sat on a horse. Obviously I don’t remember it that well, but I do remember feeling some sort of warm fuzzy feeling. As I was learning to do things (like toddlers do), everything was centered around horses. I would say the word “horse” over and over again, like some rambling broken record, I would draw horses with a misshapen head, with both eyes on the same side, a potato shaped body full of lumps and bumps, stick thin legs with weird blobs on the bottom for hooves, and lastly, my favorite would be scribbling in the mane and tail. 

Usually my masterpieces would turn out like this… 


…I’m kidding, obviously. They were more like this…


I know, I know, it’s hard to tell the difference between the two pictures, right?

Anyway, my flawless drawing skills are besides the point. 

When I was around five or six years old, my parents had had enough of me babbling on about horses and decided to sign me up for horse riding lessons. When I found out, I think I screamed with excitement for about three weeks straight.

A month later my mum (she wanted to learn too) and I went to our first riding lesson. I was put on this beautiful little quarter horse called Striker, and mum was on this giant draft horse called Dolly. We had a half hour lesson and enjoyed ourselves so much we decided to sign up for an hour long lesson every Friday after school was out.


The farm I used to ride at threw birthday parties. Basically you could invite up to ten friends to come and ride for a couple of hours. I was so obsessed with horses and so in love with learning from them and spending time with them, that I had pretty much every single birthday party there.

I truly  fell in love with the sport, and I learned so much about horsemanship through my childhood years. My mum and I were committed. Every Friday we would show up a little early so that we could just hang out with the horses. 

I connected with the giant animals so quickly and so deeply that I knew horses were going to be in my life until I died.

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  2 comments for “My Journey On A Horse

  1. Shahid
    July 15, 2017 at 7:47 am

    Its a pleasant memory of your childhood that you have ….hope to read some more happy memories very soon😃

    Liked by 1 person

    • July 15, 2017 at 8:04 am

      Thank you! This is only one part to this memory. There will be much more to this memory as well as many more things in my life 🙂


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