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todays question is one of your favorite memories growing up
we had a shetland pony/quarter horse stallion that wasn't broke to ride. I brought treats and eventually got a halter with a rope on him and got him to accept me on his back. :celebrate
I can't really say i rode him, it was more like he took me where he was going...although he sometimes would go where I wanted.
At that time I hadn't been taught how to ride and was supposed to stay away from the horses... yeah right, like any kid would stay away from the horses :gig... I was around 9
Boy did I get in trouble when I was caught on the "wild" stallions back, and saying I had spent months to get this far didn't help my case :oops:... but i was allowed his daughter, who was smaller. after that... she was green broke and had a shetland pony temperament.. I liked her dad better
 
I loved going to my Dad's friend's place and riding his horses. I also loved it when mom gave me a grocery list and told me how to fix dinner, I was about 7. Dad was amazed that mom found time to put a hot meal on his plate after he got off work. It was years later when he found out it was me doing the cooking. Largely because he was trying to reproduce something I'd cooked for him a hundred times and doing it wrong. I guess that was my first lesson in politics.
 

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