These two pictures I recently dug up and scanned. It was 1982. I was 9 years old (and HUGE, I know!!!), riding my older sister's Anglo-Arab Second Chance. He was my first love. I started riding him when I was 6, but could only ride when my sister let me....oh, and the saddle is huge because my older sister (God rest her soul) was nearly 9 years older than me and about 5'11"
Anyway, so I can see a lot of faults with myself in both of these photos and believe me I am very hard on myself. I'd had only a handful of formal lessons at that point, most of them between the ages of 3-6. I'd never been taught to jump or instructed on it when the jumping picture was taken. Til then what I knew, I learned through watching, imitating, practicing, and riding a lot of other people's horses.
So what do you think? How bad was it?
Note: I did ride in a helmet as a kid and still do. My father said I wasn't wearing one that day because he told me to take it off...He's 72 now; I told him yesterday when we were looking at these pictures, "Way to be a responsible parent!" He thought that was funny. Geez, Papa.
http://pic80.picturetrail.com:80/VOL2132/10980997/20240523/328572476.jpg
http://pic80.picturetrail.com:80/VOL2132/10980997/20240523/328572484.jpg
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