Most of all, I loved jumping over fences. What an adrenaline rush when you are on a big horse riding over a course of fences! And yes, it's dangerous. Helmet = Important. I've heard it said that if you spend a considerable time around horses it's not IF you get injured, but WHEN. And, I'm certain proof of that. I lost count of the times I've fallen off. I've been bruised, bitten, stepped on, kicked, had stitches, broken bones, and surgery. But damn, I loved those horses!
As time went by there was college graduation...job...marriage...children...more school. There was no time (or money) for horses. I reminisce about this part of my life with much fondness and think about all the good friends, the fun times, a few trophies and ribbons, but most of all, the majestic, wonderful horses.
Pictured is me, at about age 16 in mid-winter, old riding "King Nakoma,." The name 'Nakoma' is of Native American origin and it means "great warrior or great spirit" which suited this gentle giant perfectly.