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I rode ponies at the fair every year since I was about 3-4yrs old. I would forgo cotton candy to ride the ponies.
The first horse I rode was a chestnut gelding who wouldn't go past a fast walk without alot of persuasion. Couldn't tell you his name, although it might be on the back of the pictures I have somewhere in the closet. I was almost 12 since my mom made me wait til 11 to take lessons and the Girl Scout camp I took them at only offered them in the fall. And I didn't want to learn at summer camp with the other campers.
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