My Very 1st Memory is Begging for A Horse around Age 3..... What a Tell! We ARE Who We ARE from The Core of Our Being!! I Finally Had a Horse Around Age 10..... Huge & Liked to Buck at Times, I Learned to Jump from Fences & Old Cement Water Troughs to Get On Him. Beloved Grandmother Nana Shelled Black Eye Peas while I Just Piddled & Brushed Him in The Corral.....
Later, I Had a Horse that Loved to Chase Airplanes..... He Grazed the Air Strip Pasture & We Still had My Beloved Grandfather's Cessna 150 2 Seater. An Unsuspecting Passenger Freaked Upon Seeing Vaquero Gleefully Running Off the Wing During Landing! Can't Make This Stuff Up, Y'all!!
EVENTUALLY, I managed to do something I had wanted to do for many, many years..... start a NCHA Competitive Cutting Horse Career!!!!!
~ ALMOST EVERY KEY THING for ME, IF NOT EVERY KEY THING, HAS BEEN TIED to HORSES SOME WAY..... HERE'S to THE JOURNEY ~