After that first lesson, which cost more than my mom probably wanted to spend (but otherwise normal as far as riding lesson expenses went), I begged my mom for a weekly sessions, she didn't really say no, but she didn't say yes either. "Where is the money to pay for these lessons going to come from?" She asked me.
I answered that I would get a job. "Who is going to hire a 12 year old girl?" she asked.
"A horse farm." I matter of factly pointed out.
At my next lesson, I rode Dandy again, and still felt the same regarding my riding skills. As I was cleaning up my horse after the lesson and sweeping the floors from his hoof cleaning and Spring shedouts, J, the trainer pointedly said "You wanna' job?"
So, with that I began working and taking lessons on a regular basis.
To describe the farm a bit more, it's very old and quite large. It has approximately 40 box stalls and 8 standing stalls. I believe the farm sits on 15 acres. The barn consists of what Jill calls sections - it's all attached though. The front section, middle section, back left and back right. When I first began riding there, horses were brimming from every corner of the farm. All of the stalls were occupied and then there were about 10 outdoor horses. Chores were chaotic and had to be coordinated or it would take forever and a day to complete.
The horses, ohhhh the horses, they were the prettiest I had ever seen. They were bay, black and chesnut with pretty little heads and beautiful archy necks. They seemed to prance when they jogged/trotted and I felt as though I were riding a real live carusel horse when I rode one. They were smooth as butter and sweet as pie - they had fire in their eyes but cool sensibility - they were Morgan horses and I was in love.
I answered that I would get a job. "Who is going to hire a 12 year old girl?" she asked.
"A horse farm." I matter of factly pointed out.
At my next lesson, I rode Dandy again, and still felt the same regarding my riding skills. As I was cleaning up my horse after the lesson and sweeping the floors from his hoof cleaning and Spring shedouts, J, the trainer pointedly said "You wanna' job?"
So, with that I began working and taking lessons on a regular basis.
To describe the farm a bit more, it's very old and quite large. It has approximately 40 box stalls and 8 standing stalls. I believe the farm sits on 15 acres. The barn consists of what Jill calls sections - it's all attached though. The front section, middle section, back left and back right. When I first began riding there, horses were brimming from every corner of the farm. All of the stalls were occupied and then there were about 10 outdoor horses. Chores were chaotic and had to be coordinated or it would take forever and a day to complete.
The horses, ohhhh the horses, they were the prettiest I had ever seen. They were bay, black and chesnut with pretty little heads and beautiful archy necks. They seemed to prance when they jogged/trotted and I felt as though I were riding a real live carusel horse when I rode one. They were smooth as butter and sweet as pie - they had fire in their eyes but cool sensibility - they were Morgan horses and I was in love.
My mom was even impressed with the Morgans. She had remembered the old style Morgans in her youth and had gotten a bad taste in her mouth from them. Although she still maintains her love of the Quarter Horse breed, she admits there's nothing quite like a nice Morgan. I on the other hand had found my breed of choice! I almost always took group lessons and rode with the boarders who were part of the boarding/show clientele. I admired those girls and longed to first, own my own Morgan and second, compete at the Morgan shows too. My first step was to convince my mom the same.
2 comments:
Thanks for stopping by!
Morgans are my number one FAV!
I will have a Chocolate with silver mane and tail SOMEDAY!
Thanks Jocelyn, for stopping by yourself!
Post a Comment