My earliest memory was of John F. Kennedy’s funeral in 1963. I was 2. I only know what it was from history, but what I remember is seeing beautiful white horses pulling what I thought was a wagon. So, when people ask how long I’ve been a horsewoman, I say, “Since I was 2.”
A neighbor in my hometown would let us pet her two horses, but I was an adult before I actually rode one. A few years ago, after being a passenger on horses, I decided to take lessons and then buy a horse. This blog is about my experiences owning horses.