Getting Back on the Horse (Literally)

If you read my admittedly very long post about my first lesson, you know I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The whole ride back from the stable, all I could talk about was how I wanted to go back again. Well, last night’s lesson didn’t go quite as well. At least, not from my perspective. And the problem was all me. Continue reading

Staying on the Horse Works Much Better

The first time I rode a horse, I was about five years old. I was briefly on the horse, then briefly flying through the air, then waking up in my Aunt Mary’s living room with everyone around me looking very worried and debating whether they should take me to the hospital… Continue reading