What was your fist horseback riding like?

Question

It can be CRAZY!

Answer 1

I was riding my cousins pony(soon to be mine after I rode her) when I was three....so 20 years ago. She was a black and white POA named Pepper. I was riding her around the arena with my mom, aunt, and grandma all watching and I was having a wonderful time. Then the worst thing happened(so I thought, but very funny to think about now) she stopped dead in her tracks and did one of those shakes that shake the whole horses body...omg did I scream and cry like a big baby....lol......wow to think now how funny that was. My mom took me off, calmed me down then threw me back up there, I think my swimming lessons went this way also, ("just throw her back in") That pony was a terror. When she became mine shortly after my first ride she would try to run away with me all the time. She would run from home, too home, whatever seemed like a good idea when my parents turned their head. Anyway I never fell off of ol' pepper, I just learned how to hold on and never let go. Bless her heart, we had to put her down because of skin cancer when i was about 5 or 6. I could never lope her under control if my life depended on it, but we had a lot of sprints in many directions. Maybe thats why now I have the need for speed on horseback.

Answer 2

Scary at first because the saddle was to big. But then it got better. But my horse was really slow , he would catch up to the group and then we would end up in the back again.

Answer 3

I was six years old, and we visited my Aunt & Uncle. They put me up on a 29 year old Mule named Mary. I fell in love and from that moment on every summer was spent at the farm and I rode mostly Dan, a very stubborn but sweet welsh pony. When I was 10, we went to the farm and all I heard was "horse" and I was gone! To the barn I went, stopping only long enough to get a couple of sugar cubes and there it was...A really big bridle next to Dan's small one. I grabbed it and I was off like a shot to find this horse in the pasture/woods.  I found him, bridled him, and lead him to a stump where I could get up on him. The look on everybody's faces when I trotted up to the front porch was priceless. Had I waited, I would have found out this THREE year old gelding was a plow horse, never been ridden! Well he got rode and plenty that summer, and the following three. I'll never forget Charlie, the first REAL horse I ever knew.

Answer 4

I believe I was at a fair when I was probably 4ish, and I rode one of those fat ponies in a circle, then got off. Knowing myself, I probably wasn't amused.

Answer 5

it was when i was about 6 years young

i was at a parade or park of some sort and i saw some ponies and begged my mom for a pony ride!

i was helped onto a shetland and some big lady in a tie died tweedy bird shirt was leading me around with a red halter and lead

funny i can't remember the horses color, breed, age, or name, or even s*x, but i remember the big lady leading me.. she wasn't very nice

Answer 6

it was kinda boring cause all we did was walk. I know that is what u r suppose to do but i had been to a camp so i knew alot of stuff already....

Answer 7

one of those western trail rides. thats basically how i fell in love with horseback riding. i rode a little appaloosa named pepper and then like a month after  that i started dressage lessons and now im obsessed

Answer 8

it was on a huge crazy tb and i was 5