I've been giving riding lessons lately and I was just thinking about my childhood. It's funny how I learned to ride. My Popa had gotten out of the horse
business already so it was a while before he started teaching me how to ride. I was the typical 4 year old that had one dream.. only to own a pony. My daddy and I had gone to Dog Day in Ardmoreand that's where I saw Forest, my first pony. He was the ugliest thing ever, but I loved him! Luckily my dad was a sucker and I talked him into it
😂 I was the happiest girl in the world. I still remember, just looking at my daddy, smiling all the way home. I didn't have a saddle so my parents found one for me to borrow. The Smiths let me use their pony saddle... which HAD NO HORN
😂😂
but I didn't care. I was so thankful and didn't have a choice, but learn
how to ride. I learned a lot with that mean little
fella. **Remember this was a Dog Day pony so just use your
imagination on his behavior.** 
It's really the small things that mean the most in life.
Now I look back and I'm so thankful for my parents, that mean little pony, and a broken saddle
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