This little cowgirl all decked out in the cowgirl hat and fancy chaps is me at approximately age 4.
I was visiting my grandmother when a man came through her neighborhood offering to take pictures of children on his pony. Even though this was more than 50 years ago, I still very vividly remember this event, as well as my excitement over being on a real, live horse for the first time.
This precious little cowgirl wearing an eyelet trimmed denim skirt, boots, and her hat at a jaunty tilt in the photo below is my daughter at age 4.
A shopping mall in a neighboring city was offering pony pictures. That happy grin on her face should have been my first indication that this would not be the last time she would be on the back of a horse!
After we were there the first time, my daughter relentlessly begged me to take her back to the mall the next day so she could “ride” the pony again. That should have been my second clue that I had a budding equestrian on my hands!
Throughout my childhood, an occasional pony ride at the fair or on a brightly colored carousel horse was pretty much the extent of my horseback “riding” experiences and I soon outgrew my excitement over horses.
On the other hand, in the 23 years since that photo of her on the pony was taken, my daughter’s passion for horses has never waned.
Not. For. One. Second.
As a small child, she has always had a special, extraordinary love of all animals but, as the saying goes, she really “eats, sleeps and breathes” horses.
She started taking weekly horseback riding lessons at age 9.
She was 13 when we bought her first horse.
At 16, we bought her a second horse. Even through those potentially troublesome teen years, the only place she ever wanted to be was at the barn, riding her horses.
Primarily she rides English (Hunter/Jumpers)…