camp continued

Did I mention this was a coed camp?  I made new friends quickly, and one of these friends was Justin.  Very soon I had my own little group that consisted of David, Katie, Justin, and me.  Justin was one year older and every time I saw him my stomach would do...

Camp

I think this took place the summer after 7th grade.  As a little girl I had always wanted to go to a horse riding camp.  Fancy riding camps were not in my parent’s budget.  Well this year I had my own horse, and we found a week long sleepover camp at a local...

The Egg Finally Hatches

If you have not already noticed, when I was young I was very timid.  I saw no reason to be assertive, and therefore I was not assertive.  I also wanted so badly to do everything perfectly that I would often do nothing.   I still remember Misty setting back one day...

Me First

This one is more of a heart story.  You probably noticed by now that horses were what I revolved my life around.  I also grew  up in a very devoted church family.  My relationship with God has always been a very important part of my life.  A couple of years after I...

It’s a family effort

Mrs. Brenda had a unique lesson program.  Instead of charging a per lesson fee like most barns, she charged one lump sum per year.  Every time we got on our horses we were learning something new, even if it wasn’t a formal event.  After a couple of years of...

Poop…

At a riding lesson today, my trainer joked that her life revolved around poop.  It’s so true – as a horse person at nearly any level, that’s what it’s all about.  It’s about 95% poop oriented, and 5% riding.  You are either scooping poop,...

Misty – not of Chincoteague Part 2

Quick recap.  I was just bucked head first onto a concrete slab and I’m laid writhing in pain.  Heather is on her horse and my horse is free… I laughed.  Seriously!  Misty had unseated me and knocked out my breath enough times that I had learned the pain...

Misty – not of Chincoteague

I’ll be honest – there’s not a whole lot that I remember about Misty.  I can say one thing – you get what you pay for.  My parents made purchasing Misty seem about as serious as purchasing your first house…a VERY expensive one.  To the...

Day 2

So if you read the last post you are probably wondering how it finally all happened.  How did I ever eventually finally end up riding horses?  Here it goes. You probably figured this already, but every letter to Santa, every birthday wish list, every time I got all...
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