As I was laying in the grass yesterday evening watching my horse graze, I started thinking about how blessed my life is to have what I have. Mainly speaking of my horse! When I was a little girl I had a obsession with horses. When I say obsession, that is somewhat of an understatement. I would do anything to pet a horse, feed a horse, and ride a horse. And for the longest time I never even thought I would own a horse.
When I was 8 years old we had a family move in across the street from us, and they had horses. The second I found out, I was begging to see their horses. They kept their horses a couple miles away and they let me go with them in the evenings to feed them. I am sure I was that annoying little girl sitting outside waiting for them to come home just so I could ask to help feed. I begged to ride, and I always ended up being stuck on the back of a horse. But I didn’t care as long as I was on a horse.
After a while my obsession grew stronger and I started seeking other horses to ride. There was a horse in this big cow pasture down the street and I started taking rope from my dad’s garage and would sneak over and ride this horse around the pasture. I had no idea who owned the horse, nor did I care, I just wanted to RIDE! The cops ended up coming to our house and told my parents what I was doing and at that point they knew it was time to buy me a horse.
I ended up meeting one of my parents friends that owned a horse and he would let me ride any time I wanted. So they bought them a little time. But after a while I really wanted to barrel race and started riding some other friends horse. She was an ex race horse turned barrel horse. When I met this mare, I fell in love. She was nothing to look at, but boy did we have a connection. After several shows and us kicking butt together, the owner decided to see if my parents wanted to buy her for me. She offered them a price they couldn’t refuse. I rode every single day, rain or shine. I did this for years! My horse was in the best shape ever! I also rode other peoples horses and even dabbled in some western pleasure, team penning and jumping shows. I actually excelled at all of these disciplines taking home first in my division most times, but it was too much and my passion was barrel racing.
Now here I am, 33 years old and still just as obsessed as I was when I was a little girl. I have had several horses since I got my first one, but no horse will ever be like my first. However, my mare Stitch that I have now is seriously the closest I have ever found to being almost a clone of her. From her look to her demeanor. The first time I even laid eyes on Stitch, I thought of my first horse. I truly am blessed with something a lot of people take for granite, and something a lot of people would love to have and will never have