I clearly remember the first time I touched a horse. I was three years old and loved to ride down to get the mail and go to the dump with my dad on Saturdays. On the way to get the mail, there was a small black pony in a small field on the side of the road. I don't remember exactly where it was, but I know which road and can picture it perfectly in my mind's eye.
I always loved looking at the pony and one day must have asked my dad to stop so I could pet it. I don't remember any of that part. What I DO remember is sitting on my dad's lap and leaning out the truck window to pat the little pony's nose. (Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn't actually a pony. It had to have been tall enough to put its nose up near my dad's F250 truck! LOL!)
It was instant love. I loved how the pony's nose felt, I loved how he (or she) whuffed at me, I loved his smell.
It is funny to me how I can barely remember what I did yesterday, but I have this VERY clear memory of petting this pony. I know it was before my brother was born, so I had to have been younger than four. No surprise that I began riding lessons a few years later, having to BEG my parents for them.
"Maybe she will take a few lessons and get it out of her system," my mother tells my first instructor.
Well, that was almost 26 years ago.
Sometimes it surprises me how much of my life is intertwined with horses. I can't help it. Horses are my first love (yes, I love my husband and my son, but there is just something about horses...). Horses define who I AM. Without them, I am not sure who I would be.
Happy Valentine's Day. Hope yours was filled with love and horses. <3