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TEKELEH5
July 30, 2006

Mike & Me

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This is a picture of my hores Mighty Mike and Me during a show. I just love this picture of him, he is a magnificent animal.

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My love for horses began at a very young age. I think I was five years old when I had my first riding lesson. I was not very good at controlling the huge horse they put me on, his name was Sherman Tank, so I was kicked out of the class. I was so disappointed but that didn't dampen my love for the noble beast. I was lucky to have a Mom who loved horsed herself and had one named Lyndi. Still makes me question if I was named after her horse. My cousins had a farm and horses and we would visit them almost weekly, which just fed my preoccupation with horses. My room was filled with Brier horses and glass horses and the only books I ever found myself reading were about, you guessed it, horses. Well, after I grew up a little I started riding at my cousins house. We always rode bare back and did crazy things like gallop through the woods on skinny little paths and jump any log that we saw laying in the way. Then that wasn't enough we started to pull the logs onto the path and build these jumps that were about three feet high, and yes we would still jump them bare back. It was so much fun. We would ride them on the privet lane when it was snow covered an gallop them as fast as they would go. Looking back, I am lucky to have made it to adulthood.
We moved out to the country when I was fifteen and that is when I got my first horse, she was my cousins and I think we bought Sunday for $350. Pretty cheep but she was awesome. A great starter horse for anyone. I could run up to her in the field and jump on her back and she would just keep eating. I showed her in small Events, then bought my next horse Igolene Blair. She was an ex quarter-horse race horse. She was a little more temperamental and I had quite a few spills on her. When we moved down to Kentucky I brought Sunday with me, and had to sell Igo. I kept Sunday for a while then I started looking for an Event horse. A horse that could handle the jumps and dressage. I found "It's my Party". She was an ex race horse, a beautiful gray mare. I called her Babe and man could she jump. I loved her so much, she wasn't your typical Thoroughbred, she was sweet and docile. She started having leg problems after a few years to I retired her and sold her to someone who told me they would not jump her. I still wonder if they kept their word.
I went for a couple years horseless and it tore me up. I found Mighty Mike from my riding instructor. He was only three and needed to be broke. I fell for that big handsome chestnut right away. It was a lot of work to get him rideable, but after the work was done he was a magnificent jumper. I Evented him down at the Kentucky Horse Park, what a thrill that was. We developed quite a friendship he and I. Most others I put on him couldn't ride him. My instructor got bucked up onto his neck. A girl I had working him for me while I was on vacation for a week had blisters on her hands by the time I came home. I could not understand it. I just loved riding him but much to my disappointment my instructor closed her barn to boarders so I had to move Mike to my home. I never showed him again. I was single and couldn't afford a truck and tailer to get around it broke my heart. He was retired at only nine years old. I would ride him around the property but it wasn't the same, I could tell he missed jumping and galloping all out. After I started having children I just could not find them time to ride so I made the difficult decision to sell him. I wanted him to be ridden and showed again. My sister found a girl who wanted t show and jump a horse so I let him go.
I get reports from time to time now about how he is doing and sometimes I cry when I think about giving up on that dream. I always wanted to compete with the big names but I knew deep down, even though I might have the talent I just didn't have the money. Selling my Best horse ever was the final blow to that dream.
Now my hope is that my children would want to peruse riding as an activity. If I see an interest, believe me I will nurture it. I can recall so many wonderful memories from riding horses and having them in my life. I will cherish them forever.


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