tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post6910657861364645934..comments2024-03-26T05:15:39.663-07:00Comments on Equestrian Ink: My First Horseback Riding MemoryJami Davenporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259390150273030284noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-81833079824452188092011-06-17T12:19:08.092-07:002011-06-17T12:19:08.092-07:00RiderWriter, Welcome to EI. We're happy you fo...RiderWriter, Welcome to EI. We're happy you found us. Enjoy reading all the posts and don't hesitate to contact one of us with questions, suggestions, etc.Jami Davenporthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05259390150273030284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-70622644709348194092011-06-17T11:00:37.679-07:002011-06-17T11:00:37.679-07:00Hello, Ladies: I followed the link over from the F...Hello, Ladies: I followed the link over from the Fugly Blog, and WOW -I'm very glad I did! I can see I will definitely be spending time here perusing old blog entries. And I would absolutely love to read all of your books!<br /><br />I, to my great regret, do not remember my first ride... but I do have a photo. It appears in the second post ever on my blog, actually. I'm about two years old and straddling an adorable Shetland, with my mother looking on (it was all her idea as she had horses as a child). This may not have been the VERY first ride but definitely close to it, and as I was so small, I'm not surprised I don't remember. <br /><br />In my case, I just say I don't remember a time when I DIDN'T ride. :-) It's neat to hear your stories, though!RiderWriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05679157278313699794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-68458370425974113962011-06-14T18:21:10.301-07:002011-06-14T18:21:10.301-07:00Great post Jami. It brings back a flood of happy m...Great post Jami. It brings back a flood of happy memories. Like the rest of us, I too have ate, slept and breathed horse my entire life. My first horse memory is of a horse named Boatride who was a retired Thoroughbred Stallion from my Dad's racing stable. He had had a solid racing career but was not fertile as a stallion. He was gentle and kind and as a toddler I would play on a blanket in his grass paddock and he would keep me occupied for hours. My Mom said he was the best babysitter ever and worked cheap, just wanted carrots and love.Terri Rocovichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08222380250153504890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-92148835125406923862011-06-13T19:02:11.856-07:002011-06-13T19:02:11.856-07:00Wow...I've always been horse crazy...I have a ...Wow...I've always been horse crazy...I have a photo of me 4?5? years old with my plastic horse. <br /><br />Mmy first real memory is visit a friend when I was 7?8?9? years old...little...and her big sister had a horse, and she gave me a ride. <br /><br />Don't remember much about the horse, but I do remember the absolute delight of being on my soul-creature, riding bareback up and down the driveway, the sun in my face, horse-mane in my hands, and feeling the joy, the rightness of it all.<br /><br />JackieHorsesAndTurboshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03607758320356759231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-41603938216193967932011-06-13T11:29:54.289-07:002011-06-13T11:29:54.289-07:00Great story, Jami! I don't remember not being ...Great story, Jami! I don't remember not being obsessed with horses, but have no idea when I first sat on a real one like Lauran recalls. My father also loved horses, so I was five when I got my first pony. What I am so amazed is how the obsession has stuck with me all these years--through a broken arm falling off a horse, a broken finger ramming it onto a horse's neck jumping, and a broken back after a horse crashed on top of me when I was sixteen. I was in the hospital/rehab for four months. All I could think about was getting back on a horse!Alisonhttp://www.alisonhartbooks.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-47179902636318248552011-06-13T07:36:11.456-07:002011-06-13T07:36:11.456-07:00Jami--My first horseback riding memory is also my ...Jami--My first horseback riding memory is also my earliest memory--how appropriate. I was three years old and my parents had taken me out to the family ranch where my uncle had horses. My uncle put me up in front of him on his horse, and I remember loping along and looking down at my parents driving in their car on the dirt road alongside of us. The horse was black and I remember his black mane flying and the rhythm of his gait and the wind in my face. It made an indelible imprint on my mind.Laura Crumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15200878892304748308noreply@blogger.com