the years

Dec. 24th, 2008 01:16 pm
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I'm still trying to get the scanner working so I can add photos to my last horse history post and then go forward. However, there's one thing that's appropriate for today.

Christmas Eve Morning trail rides.

For a few years we used to do this, Jenny and me (whom I just found on facebook recently, yay!) and sometimes Elena or others. At least one year it was foggy as anything and we rode through the hillside trails in the mist. It was surreal and just awesome. I remember that the most, second only to riding over to the elementary school and galloping across the forbidden soccer fields. These were my 'Wings' years (the horse I rode) and as an ex-racing quarterhorse, he did pretty well. It was also the only time I got to let a horse go full-out at that point in my life -- and probably when I got addicted to galloping (which I couldn't really fulfill until I got to college).

So every Christmas Eve day I remember these rides. Much better memories than where I was two years ago. Wow, what a contrast.

2 years ago ->
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My Horse History

Part 1: Just trying to get on a horse

I was a difficult child who rarely asked for anything, which made birthdays and Christmas tricky for my mother to figure out. But in my childhood I remember asking for only two distinct things: violin/music lessons and horseback riding lessons. Both were to start when I was eight, but I didn't know this until much later.

When I was sledding when I was seven, I took a horrible spill and landed, on my back, on the top of a mogul. Xrays, er visit and bed rest orders, on the way home from the hospital, my parents decided to tell me that for my eighth birthday I WAS going to get riding lessons, but I couldn't have them now because of the accident. Cruel. So so cruel.

So my years of watching out the car window for horses and crying inside continued. I dreamt of riding, I imagined having my own horse, my own companion, the normal girly dreams. I could count the two pony rides and one trail ride (on what I swear was a mule) in Yosemite but they did very little to satisfy the riding I really wanted to be doing.

When I was eight, we had a rather eventful trip to Mexico -- during which we were walking on the beach where they had trail ride horses picketted. Except there was no clear way around them since the tide was high and the rest was rocky (and we were barefoot). So we made our way down through the lines of horses, me at the end....

at which point something happened and one horse ran backwards INTO me, kicking and slamming my foot between hoof and sand (thankgod for soft sand!). It still hurt like a b*tch and we hobbled over to the nearby Hilton and tried to wash off the blood and figure out wtf I had done. I remember horrid pain, then my parents got the hotel to give us/rent/whatever a room in the unused wing of the hotel where a Doctor met us and gave me a tetnus shot INTO THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT. (unused wing so I wouldn't scare the guests with my screaming, which I did. LOUDLY.)

And I STILL asked for riding lessons after that, even if I was scared shitless of the backside of horses :P

When I was nine or ten, I *did* get riding lessons. Two of them, to be exact. While I got to trot on my first lesson and even go over trot poles and learn how to kick a horse away from going into the center of the arena …. those lessons were fleeting. The stables was being redeveloped and closing down so all of two lessons before … poof! Gone. And left me wanting so so so much more.

The summer when I was ten, I saw a pamphlet for "San Dominico Riding Stables Horse Camp" in my parents' office. I asked mom about it (!!askED!) but my summer was already booked up. I uncovered it again at the START of summer when I was eleven and permission was finally granted. I was signed up for one week of beginning horse camp.

And so I started my years as a lesson student. Photos and more chapters to follow :)
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I posted this as a comment, but figured I'd repost it here because it's worthy.


(question was about whether you and your horse never clicked)

yup! and went on loving the horse to pieces although I knew he'd never be 'my' type of horse (unless I wanted a bum around fun hack).

A new horse came into the barn, vicious in his stall, trying to bite anyone who came by. Trainer asked me to try him out (he was privately owned but needed riding). Being the teenager I was, I did and WOW it was a disastrous ride, the sort where you use the fence to stop at times and never trot in a straight line. I ended the ride and declared 'Someone needs to work with this horse!!'

Trainer called me that night and offered me a lease on him. WHAT? totally NO emotional bond to him, frustrated and annoyed by him at times to say the least. So I said yes of course, cause I needed a ride :)

A year later he was going magnificently, taught me SO much about how to LISTEN to a horse, not just order it around, and while he maxed out at 2'3" at jumping (fat little quarterhorse, he literally could NOT go higher), we had a blast and I was so so sad when he owner moved him to another barn before I graduated high school.

So I knew I never 'clicked' with him until MUCH later, but even then I knew he would never be the 'horse for me' but he was the right stage at the right point in my life.

(and I also got a kick ass college entrance essay out of him and all he taught me about listening :) )

started as an off the track (QH racing) western trained, to jumping and trail riding galloping pony to a dressage mount for his owner. All around much? :)


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