When i was growing up I always wanted a horse, we were finally able to have one when I was around 16. She was an abused, older palomino mare who knew very little but was all I could afford at the time. I grew up riding wild ponys off the Chesapeake, but was not a "skilled rider" as far as lessons, we couldn't afford them. I went to the library all the time and read and read books upon books on training horses, how to ride, both english & western. I would go to shows and just sit and watch people and their horses, who placed etc.. I would talk to other riders. I had people give me left over tack and advice, I did a lot of reading, then would go out and try it on my horse. I eventually trained both of us to do all sorts of things, not the best at any but good enough to be happy and place at a few. I did English classes,a little dressage, jumped small fences, western & trail classes, games .... costume classes....all types. I could do anything with that horse, she was all heart despite not being the prettiest or having the best conformation. I could ride her down a highway, right in the middle, horns blarring and she went forward with out a twitch. She trusted me, and would do anything I asked. I still think she was the best horse I ever had. I had found her in a junk yard, skin & bones, ears drooping, lip hanging, given up on the world. She walked over to me and looked me straight in the face, right in my eyes, my heart. I had to take her home, and never never regretted it. Talk to people, read a lot, enjoy what ever you do and enjoy your horse.