Do you have your own horse?
Everyone has stories of their horse journey and how they came to be a horse lover. So, that is why I am launching THROWBACK THURSDAYS!! Throwback Thursday is when I am going to tell stories once a month about my horse journey…and of course you probably guessed it… it will happen on a Thursday. I am going to give you a sneak peak into my beginnings with horses. Today, I am telling you the story of when I got my first horse. Yes, that was the BEST day of my life! Cozy up, maybe grab a cup of something warm, and let’s start the story…
It all started when I was nine years old and my family and I were moving back to the town I was born in to be closer to my grandparents. Prior to that, we had lived in Thailand, Arizona, Vancouver Island and now we were moving back to what we always called “home.” I had always been interested in horses since I was about seven years old. Horses basically had become my life and my world and they definitely have transformed me into the person I am today.
I started off riding a horse named Bunker, a little pony, who I learned to jump on and I also had a chance to learn on a horse my Mom leased, named Charity. I have to admit though, every little girl’s dream is to have her OWN horse and that is what I dreamed of since seven years old. Every riding lesson, I fell more in love with horses and was always asking my parents for my own horse. They would always say, “Someday Keeley”, but that is not what I wanted to hear as a horse fanatic, so I kept asking.
Charity and Bunker
When we finally arrived in Canada after a long trip, my nana wanted to show me her two horses that she had just bought. I was so excited!!! Now, my mom and I weren’t the only horse enthusiasts in the family, but my Nana was as well. When we lived here previously,, my Nana didn’t own a horse, but within a year of us being gone, she had bought two horses. I can remember every moment as we drove up the long, graveled driveway. My family and I walked into the large, white barn and saw a sign propped up on a couple of hay bales. I remember that my mom was videotaping the whole thing and I kept wondering why. Anyways, I read the sign and it said, “Reba is looking for a forever family. Please love and take care of her.” My heart started beating faster and faster in that moment. The question, “Who was Reba?” kept repeating in my head over and over. As I walked around the corner of the barn, there standing in front of me was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen. She was a beautiful dun Quarter horse/thoroughbred cross. She had a sparkling purple ribbon around her neck and a brand new english saddle with a purple saddle pad underneath. Let me tell you, I think I almost started to cry. It was the most surreal moment of my life!
I clearly remember hopping onto her back and trotting her around the dirt arena and in that moment it had just dawned on me that I finally had my own horse. The puzzle pieces were being put together. She was mine and forever mine!
I have been through ups and downs with Reba. The most important thing that I learned having my own horse is that it never is going to be an easy ride. It takes a lot of responsibility and maturity. I loved Reba so much and still do! About 2 years after owning Reba, she hurt her hip permanently and is currently now at a horse camp for children and she gets exercised during the summer camps. I recently visited her last summer and she is still as sweet as she was when I first got her. She is in such a great place and many kids love on her every summer.
I hope you enjoyed my first Throwback Thursday story and maybe it brought you back to some special stories in your life or maybe even the one when you got your FIRST horse. Maybe, you are still waiting for that day… I can guarantee it will be a day you will never forget. My advice for horse owners is this… never ever stop loving and spoiling your horses because they are our best friends and are always waiting in the field for us even on our bad days. Go give your horse a BIG hug today!