My first riding experiences

The first experience with horses that I can remember was when I was two years old, one of our old neighbor friends, John had a few horses and a big old run down barn. Whenever we visited I would beg to 'ride' the horses and most of the time my request was granted. Either John or my dad would put me on one of the old horses with nothing but a halter and lead and they would lead me around the house. I don't remember the names of the horses, only that they were all the same shade of sorrel and I couldn't tell them apart.

Three years later in 1997 my family moved to Montana where we met Karl. I have always loved being at Karl's because there is always horses to this day. It was here I had my first experience of riding by myself and actually controlling the horse, a tall bay Quarter Horse gelding named George (I think), this time I had a saddle and bridle though lol. My dad and Karl soon got into the business of breaking and training horses. They made a great team and I remember a lot of the horses that went through the place and helped to 'child proof' a few of them.