flatback_frannie

Just curious.

My first experience was at a "farm camp" as a preschooler. I grew up in the suburbs and there was an old farm that did community education. I took little farmer classes where we learned about feeding the animals and caring for them, and we got to ride the horses at the end (though they were probably ponies. They all seem big when you're 4 ). that was the beginning of my love.

how about you?

Lotte

When I was 8 I was at a camping place where do 103 horses live. We, a friend of mine and I, were there often with her family and there I began to ride on little ponys.

sallyanna

I remember I was 9 and we visited my cousin's farm for a week. She had a horse and I was able to ride her as often as I wanted (well, almost). They only had the one horse though.

Doubble-U

hmm I don't know. I think my parents put me on my sisters horse before Ifound my feet
Excuse my misspellings

horseshoes

When I was little we lived out in the country. Our neighbor had a couple horses and I would go over and ride pretty much every weekend. This started around the age of 8 as did my lifelong love for horses.