I was born into this. My grandfather was raising Morgan horses when I was born, and it made an enormous impression on me. He retired from horsekeeping when I was 4, which is when I began taking formal lessons as a Christmas gift from my grandparents.
Growing up, horses were everything to me. I was shamelessly the annoying and bizarre horse girl. I rode every week, sometimes several days a week. Whatever I could manage, I would do. I worked for hours in exchange for lessons; at age 9 I was trusted to take care of the barn and ride solo. As appears to often be the case for horse lovers that start young, adolescence was a hard time for thousands of reasons and I took a step back from the horse world. It was sad and it was hard, but things fall apart sometimes, and they also come back together when you need them to.
Once I had a better grip on my life I dove straight back into riding, with just as much fervor, if not more. Finally I was in control of my life, choices and finances. I knew with all my heart that I came back to horses because that's where I am supposed to be.
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