I was just thinking back, to when I first started riding.I almost quit after like a year[going on my 3rd year]because of one lesson. I was riding this adorable gelding named King[RB ] and he had an iron mouth! I'm serious, maybe 1/4 of the time he would turn when I wanted him to...anyways, I was trotting and then I was supposed to halt. I got him down to a walk, but he would NOT stop. No matter how much I pulled, then pull and released[everything my instructor was yelling to me] and turned his head to the wall, he would NOT stop. By the time he finally stopped[of his own accord], I was crying[yes I know but it scared me that I didn't have control over him]. I really wanted to quit, but my mom and instructor ganged up on me and wouldn't let me. I haven't really rode King since, and now that he's gone forever, I wish I could have ridden him once more, to see if I could get him to cooperate. Now I ride horses that I realize are just as naughty[except now they think its fun to take me out the arena and down the road]and I can control them, but still..
I have some hilariouspictured of me when I first started riding, but I don't know what happened to them.
haha this post doesn't reallly have a point, but I guess I was wondering..Did you everalmost wuit riding? What made you keep riding?
haha someting sorta like that...
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