Ever since I can remember I have loved horses. I grew up in the era of cowboy shows and westerns. My Saturdays were filled with Trigger and Roy Rogers, Silver and the Lone Ranger; Fury and Joey; and the multitude of horses on all the other TV shows of that period.
These horses were smarter than dogs, or so I thought. They always understood what they were asked to do; who they were supposed to go find, and could even undo knots in their reins with their teeth!
Later I found out that pigs are really smarter than horses!! Boy what a let down!! Fortunately I didn’t know about their less than superior knowledge until I was much older. So I continued my delusion for a long time.
Nevertheless, no animal runs, gallops, or jumps more beautifully than a horse. Just watching one walk or run or jump excites me still. They are beautiful poetry in motion.The manes and tails of every horse made many little girls want to braid them or brush them. (Hence… My Little Pony with comb-able mane and tail, and in colors no doubt!)
But one horse that made me happy was the rocking horse, I labeled Trigger!! I would rock back and forth on him seemingly for hours!!
One summer I came back from a week long choir camp and my parents surprised me with horse back riding lessons. (Maybe 4 lessons because that was all they could afford.) But it didn’t matter. I learned how to sit, hold the reins, get onto the saddle, post and ride! My dream was fulfilled.
On a trip with my family when I was about 16 we pulled over to look at a horse. The owner let me ride the stallion. There was a slight problem though. The stirrups were a bit too long for me but I adapted.
We were walking along, just the horse and I, when he decided to run! I almost went over his head! Then I remembered how the Native Americans rode without a saddle and I gripped the horse with my legs and held on! He slowed down and I got control enough to return to the gate. It was scary but what a ride!!
I didn’t get to ride much after that. I went into nursing school and life changed into adulthood.
My adoration of these creatures of strength and beauty never ended. I still get all excited like a little girl when I see one. My riding days are long gone, because I fear further back injuries or neck injuries at my tender age of 68.
So here are some of the horses who have made me smile or get all excited like the little girl who still lives in my heart.
Of course I went to see the famous Budweiser Clydesdales when they came to Raleigh. I was so thrilled to be so close to such beautiful majestic creatures. Just hearing them chomp hat, neigh, clop around was a thrill for my inner child!