It all started rather innocently. Just one quick ride at the barn across the street from my in-laws. A way to kill an hour or so before dinner. Pony Girl was 3 years old and I didn't even know what kind of riding the barn did (it was Saddleseat).
It was one of those moments you could see happening...even though there was nothing visual to see. A girl falling in love with the idea of horses. And the freedom and wonder they bring.
20 minutes into the ride the horse ( a nice bombproof Morgan mare) spooked and Pony Girl went flying, got tangled in the stirrup and would have been drug had she not been all of 39 inches tall. The mysterious draw of the horse got her right back on.....and the rest has been history. Five falls and many spooks later, we are still going strong. With big dreams to fulfil.
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