My First Horse Ride

I can remember when I was a little kid my father had a horse and we would go out to where he kept him to feed him and check on him, he kept him about ten minutes from our house so we couldn’t just go outside to see him that made it a lot harder for me to have the confidence to be around such a big animal.

My father finally talked me into getting on him when I was about six years old; now remember I had never ridden a horse before at best I had sat on him several times, that was about the extent of my riding.

I was too little to climb on myself so my father helped me up onto the horse, once on I couldn’t reach my feet to the stirrups so I just got me a good handful of the Saddlehorn to hold on with.

As he walked me around  I started to get a feel like I had control this big beautiful stud horse so I asked him to let me go, I told him I’ve got control over him now to turn me loose so I can ride him myself, so he walked me out in the open and turned me loose.

Man at first that was the greatest thing ever here I was in front of my mom, dad, and his friend handling this beautiful horse like I had ridden for years, we walked around some and the horse did everything I asked of him he went left or right, so we walked away from everyone out into the field for a little ways then I thought I would turn around and head back.

At first that was a good idea to me but then the horse wanted to go back faster than I did so I pulled back on him some, next I found myself holding back steady then for some reason I let off the reins just a bit, to my surprise the horse took off and ran back to the stable area were my parents were standing.

When he reached my father he stopped real fast and almost made me fall off but I managed to stay on so I didn’t get hurt.

I wouldn’t even consider getting on a horse after that, it took years for me to build my courage up again to even consider getting on another horse after that experience.