How it all began

Posted: April 4, 2013 in Animals, Family, Memories, Personal, Photos
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I may have inherited my love of horses from my dad because I don’t remember a time when I haven’t loved horses. I knew where all the horse books in our library were and I read them all. I think I learned to ride through reading those books, because I didn’t take any lessons, but I seemed to know how to ride instinctively.

I wanted nothing more than a horse. I wanted one enough to put up with, and enjoy, the occasional rides to no- much-of -on bored horses at a nearby stable, rides where the horse couldn’t be forced into a trot without massive amounts of kicking. I didn’t get a horse until much later but one day someone came by our house with a pony and my parents paid for my brother and me to have our pictures taken on it.  That is definitely a look of pure happiness!

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Comments
  1. yourothermotherhere says:

    I’ve loved horses ever since I can remember too. I used to ride a broom for my horse when I was very little. I think I got the idea to do that off from TV. But I think they are beautiful creatures and it makes me sad when I read that people eat them in Europe.

    • Brooms or hobby horses! Horses are beautiful and I don’t care to eat one, either, any more than I’d care to eat dog. I don’t have a problem with an old horse that has to be put down going to the cannery as it seems to me good that it could then nourish another animal. But I doubt people who eat horse meat want old horse meat! 🙂

      janet

  2. Memories like this are emotionally gold.

  3. What a little cutie on that horse. Love it, Janet. Thanks for sharing.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

  4. I’m the same – I don’t ever remember a time when I didn’t totally love horses. But no one else in my entire family feels the same, so I have no idea where I got it from!! When did you finally get your first one?

    • Not until high school (sort of.) I’ll be telling that story at some point, too. I’m trying to figure out where the pictures of my first horse are so I can include one but since we’re in the process, a very long one, of moving and I’m getting a house ready to put on the market, it may take some time. In the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy the other things I blog about. Nice to meet you.

      janet

  5. You look so cute.
    I used to ride the store horses for a nickel. We lived in NYC.

    • Yes!! I rode those, too. Made going to the grocery store so much more fun. They’re probably illegal now in case some child falls off and the store gets sued. And if they were still there, I tremble to think what the price would be.

      Enjoy your day, Randy.

      janet

  6. I also love horses, have fallen from them several times, specially when I was a kid, but I still love them. There’s nothing like a horse ride by the beach.

  7. I love this picture Janet!!! 🙂 You do look very happy!

  8. vbholmes says:

    Same happy smile as in your gravatar–

  9. I am not much for horses, but I can see that you are!
    Scott

  10. What a wonderful post – thanks!!! I agree and feel with you – moms greatest wish was a horse too and as she was 10 years old, her beloved grampy bought a pony from a travelling circus, because this pony stood alone there in a paddock and it mom felt sorry for the poor pony. But mom wore a headdress , she was more Pocahontas than cowgirl :o) Thanks for sharing this wonderful picture and the story behind :o)

  11. That is the big a prettiest smile.

  12. annesquared says:

    Oh, what wonderful memories – I drove my folks nuts for a horse, offered to trade one of my siblings for one. Your smile says it all!

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