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Ribbon
The very first horse I remember claiming as "mine" was a beautiful red & white paint mare named Ribbon. She actually belonged to my grandfather, but when I was about 5 years old I decided she was "my" horse. This horse was so pretty and so gentle. My father would take me out to ride her every weekend. It was like she sensed I was young and small and she never seemed to mind a bit when he would put me on the saddle. She lived to be 18 years old and I still think of her from time to time. I can honestly say, she is the reason for my love of horses today.
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~MizzRibbon~
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