
Since I always wanted to blame something on my parents (like every good kid does), I blame the horse addiction that I have on them. As you can see from when I was little my sister and I have always loved horses. We had a great aunt (I think) that lived out on a farm and my mom and dad took us out there to ride the horses. I remember it so well, the chickens the dogs the hay and of course the riding. We walked down this road and I remember it being the coolest feeling.
When we were teenagers my mom and dad use to drive us 25 miles each way to the barn in our gas guzzling station wagon (its amazing they didn’t go broke) and we leased and then eventually worked for the barn. My parents were so supportive and my dad still gives us crap about waiting 45 minutes a night for us when we said we were ready to go. (Although secretly we know he like to listen to the ball games and smell the horses at the same time… Who wants to watch the games on TV, when you can watch your little girls playing with giant horses?)
So now sum 27 years or so later I still love the horses. I love spending time with them at the barn, cleaning stalls, feeding them, teaching others about them and of course riding them. My sister loves them still as well; so a few years ago we figured we would duplicate our old picture with a newer version. So here it is (my sis finally dug it up for me) and as you can see we are much bigger and don’t fit into the saddle together anymore ☹ But we can ride bareback and stay on, and that’s a plus right? We have lots of fun riding together and my mom and dad still buy me horse stuff for Christmas, I love it!!!
PS- Look Dad and Mom we still wear our helmets!!!
