Tomorrow is a big day for me - I've sold my gelding Jackson to a great junior rider at my barn. We are meeting tomorrow morning to sign over his registration papers and hopefully get my hands on some cash.
I took a big loss on this horse, both time wise and financially. I won't go into it here, but it was mostly my fault for not knowing enough. I'm very lucky that he is going to stay at my barn with a great little rider. I know he will be loved and well looked after. Money isn't everything.
So, I am technically horse-less at the moment. That may change soon, but I'll get into my horse search in another post.
A few days ago I was digging through some old photo albums and found a few pictures of me with the horses I had when I was young and carefree, so I thought I would post them here for a bit of nostalgia. I loved both horses and have wonderful memories of trail riding through the forest and galloping through corn fields on both of them.
I got my first large pony when I was 12. Her name was Tar - real creative eh? :-) She was a 14.2hh Appaloosa/Welsh pony cross. She was built like a tank and never lame in the six years that I owned her. Luckily I'm quite short, so I never really outgrew her. She was a bit much for me to handle when I first got her, but luckily I worked through it and my parents didn't catch on that she was alot to handle. I went on long trail rides with this girl, through creeks, rivers, giant mud puddles and all sorts of stuff. On some trail rides my friend and I would make our own trails, laughing like maniacs trying not to get knocked off our saddles by tree branches. What a good girl she was. She wasn't fast or particularly pretty, but we also did 4-H shows and parades together for a couple of years as well.
When I was 14, a friend's Mom who coached me a bit decided that I needed a bit fancier horse to do more showing with. My parent's didn't have a lot of money, so a free horse was found for me. It was one of those friend-of-a-friend situations - a lady had bought an arabian gelding and was too inexperienced for him - so he ended up with a horse-crazy 14 year old girl! I was beyond thrilled. This handsome bay was delivered to my house - I thought I was dreaming - and he was free! His name was Pharley - again not too creative, but it suited him somehow. We went to an english barn and learned to do some basic dressage. We went to a few shows that summer - please ignore my bad posture in the picture! I had a lot of fun that summer, working at a proper barn and learning lots.
I ended up keeping both horses until I was 18. I somewhat foolishly (upon looking back) decided to go away to university and had to sell both horses. That was tough - to this day I'm not sure why I did that. Oh well - it is in the past...
There is a lot more to this story - some of it was too painful to write about, even almost 20 years later... So I'll just wrap up this looonnnnggg post and move on.



