Ever since I can remember, I have
loved animals, especially horses. My best friend
in elementary school lived on a farm, and I was
never happier than when we spent days in the summer
riding the ponies and playing with the dogs around
the pastures and woods near her home. I was the
kid with every kind of horse statue you could imagine
adorning her bedroom. I read every story about horses
I could find. My family even went to the pony roundup
at Chincoteague Island one year. But try as I may,
I could never convince my parents that I really
wanted that pony for Christmas or my birthday, or
just any day!
So 'real life' continued and I drifted away from
horses to new places and jobs and marriage. In fact
over twenty five passed before I found myself back
on a horse again when I decided to take riding lessons
in the fall of 2004. And just like when I was a
child, I started reading all kinds of information
about horses- their care, different breeds, etc.
One article I read in The Trail Rider magazine was
about Rocky Mountain Horses. Everything about this
breed seemed so well suited to what I enjoyed about
riding now, that I made a mental note to remember
this breed 'down the road'.