This week it was the anniversary of my mother's death. Thinking about the past took me back to my childhood. My love of horses started as soon as I was old enough to know what a horse was.
My mum was the one who helped me fuel my passion. From the age of three, every week she took me for my riding lessons. She bought me all the gear, she ferried me around, she even took me to horse shows to watch my friends and to learn everything, from the how to tie up a haynet to being a spotless groom!
When I was twelve, my mum bought my sister and I our first horses. I'll never forget that day. It was my little sister's tenth birthday. Mum had bought her a Dales pony called Jack. A big black hairy thing that looked like an overgrown Thelwell pony. We dressed him up in his new multi-coloured head collar and tied a massive bow around his neck. My little sister came in after her riding lesson and we had a cake and candles and sang happy birthday. Her face was a picture.
But for me the best was yet to come. I had no idea what was going on when my mum took me around the corner to the other stables and showed me a jet black section D gelding called Merlin. He was mine. Best non-birthday present ever.
And there my horsey adventure truly began.
So I'd like to take this opportunity to say thank you to my mum. I probably didn't say it enough at the time. Thanks Mum.
Sarah
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