
I have always been an equestrian lover. Even at a young age, I loved horses and ponies. In fact, my very first childhood memory is of me sitting on a pony. I was only about two or three years old at the time. I remember the exact spot where my grandpa stuck me on a pony and put a vest, hat, and bandanna on me. It was in the parking lot at the Bixby Knolls Shopping Center in Long Beach, CA. I remember holding onto the saddle horn, expecting the pony to give me a ride at any moment. I was excited and thrilled to be on the back of a "horsey."

I would have loved to have taken riding lessons as a child. My best friend took riding lessons, and I always envied her and wished I could learn to ride, too. Instead I devoured horse books and watched horse movies by the dozens. I had my own stable of imaginary horses in my backyard, complete with names and personalities for each horse, and I would take them out for daily rides. My grandpa treated me to the real deal on a few occasions, and I thoroughly enjoyed those rare moments when I got to ride on the back of a real flesh and blood horse. My grandpa knew how much I loved horses and how much I wished I could have more exposure to them.
I love that my daughter, Lizzy shares my joy and enthusiasm for animals. She loves doggies, kitties, and horsies. We went to see the farm animals at Thanksgiving point a few days ago. Lizzy loved seeing all the animals, although I believe her favorite animals were the horses and ponies. She rode on her very first pony while we were there. She smiled, and pointed at the pony's ears, calling the pony,"Hissy." I couldn't help but think she looked a lot like me.


She rode on two ponies while were there. I'm sure she would have gone on again if we had let her. I'm thankful that my daughter will be raised in a more rural environment than I was, and she'll have more opportunities to ride horses and ponies, if that's what she wants. I love living in Utah.