My "first" horse was actually my grandmothers horse who lived next door. she was a retired QH race horse in her upper 20s Babe spent countless hours with my sitting on her back reading black stallion or playing Indians she was always very careful of me I shudder now at the though of my kids trying half the stunts i did with her lol she was a one of a kind horse! My first real horses name was also Queenie. She was a 5 yr old green broke QH/appy I got her for Christmas when I was nine mom mom finally talked dad into it (hes kind of scared of horses but would never admit it) . That Christmas day when I went to see her was the first time i got came off a horse. in the five months I had her I lost count of the many times i came off. she would also run me under tree's or even refuse to move sometimes
.I hid many a bruise from being bit/kicked because i was scared mom or dad would get rid of her ( and that's what happened when dad saw her nail me lol )so luckily I still had babe next door because i was horseless until i bought my currant horse, Jasper years later.
Jamie
My horse's feet are as swift as rolling thunder He carries me away from all my fears And when the world threatens to fall asunder His mane is there to wipe away my tears. ~Bonnie Lewis
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--- On Wed, 12/3/08, desertrydr1@xxxxxxx <desertrydr1@xxxxxxx> wrote:
From: desertrydr1@xxxxxxx <desertrydr1@xxxxxxx> Subject: Re: [RC] first horse stories To: merryben@xxxxxxxxxxx Cc: ridecamp@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Date: Wednesday, December 3, 2008, 9:59 PM
I think I identify with something in almost everyone's story. We must have all grown up in the 50's and 60's.
My first horse was a flashy black and white pinto with long curly eyelashes. He had a red saddle and black bridle. I was one, and a friend of my dad's dad had built this little rocking horse out of wood and painted it just so. That was almost 56 years ago, and it's still in the family, passed from generation to generation, from brother to sister, to cousin to uncle, whoever had little babies at the time. It's with one of my sister's grandkids now, I think. When it starts to look a little beat up, whoever has it, paints it to the original design. Looks just about like new, except, of course, it's not made of plastic.
My second horse was one of those bouncy horses that Dr. Q wrote about. I galloped for miles (or at least hours) on that
one. Kind of a golden dun. I was a trick rider, could even gallop forever standing in the saddle instead of sitting, or sometimes two-pointing. I also sometimes rode the cows at my uncle's dairy farm back in Michigan when I was between about 5 and 12, until there was a real horse to ride.
My first flesh-and-blood horse actually belonged to my cousin, but whenever I came to visit, she let me ride her whenever I wanted, unless it was prep for or actual fair week. Then she was too busy getting ready for fair to let me ride too much. Queeny was an ornery mare, supposedly had come from somewhere outwest, where she was used as a cow horse. She managed to become detached from all of the cousins except her owner. I become detached a number of times, but was too stubborn/stupid to quit.
The first two horses I actually owned don't make much of a dent in my memory, because I only owned them for a short
time. My first horse as a real adult is the love of my life, I still own her, I bought her just before she turned 6, and next spring she'll be 23.
