Day 18, Saturday: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.
I remember when I used to ride my horse, Annie, for hours on the weekends and during the summer. We bought her when I was 13 or 14 and when she was 6 but only “green-broke”. Annie was meant to be a challenge for me, which was ideal for a boy-crazy teenager. She needed a lot of extra time and it would be years of training before she would be an easy ride. At first I was up for the challenge. Most days I would lunge her for nearly an hour before riding just to tire her out. We once won a hunter/jumper reserve championship after lunging her for an hour. However, she was so full of energy that she would sometimes kick the arena wall while I was riding her!
On the farm, my sisters and I would ride our ponies through the woods and along the road regularly but one day a car drove by to close and spooked Annie. She threw me when she bucked and then she ran over me. I was wearing a helmet so fortunately, her hooves didn’t hurt me when she stepped over my head. I didn’t break anything but I was bruised and scared. My sisters said Annie looked like she danced over me, avoiding stepping on me, before hightailing it back to her field. This was the moment we (especially my mom) realized that she was no longer a fun, or safe horse. (It did not look this cool when Annie was bucking, I’m sure.)
At that point in my life, I was really frustrated that I had spent some much time training Annie. I did not feel I was not getting as much back as I was putting in. I agreed it was best to sell her. It turns out Annie loved male riders and actually responded well to them, particularly little boys. Last I heard, she was running barrels with a 10 year old and she was sweet to him.
I wish I could find a picture of Annie. My mom is trying to find one for me, so I’ll post it soon. We sold her when I was 16. Sometimes I miss her but I’m happy that her next owner got the best out of her.