I've been going about it all wrong

Flicker

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When I was a teenager, I was a good girl, spoke to my parents with respect, went to school, did my homework, ate my veggies, didn't drink or smoke (much
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) and was rewarded with a much-loved but slightly cronky TB ex-racer, bought for the equivalent of about £200.
From what I've recently witnessed at our yard, what I should have done was been a brat, spoken to my parents like they were trash, hung around with all the older people on the yard who were too polite to tell me to get lost, throw tantrums, skip school and live on a diet of pop and sugar. Then I might also have gotten a grade-A showjumper rosette machine because it would help me with my confidence.
Grrrr.... why do parents do it?? Is the word 'no' just magically removed from their vocabulary when their kids turn 13???
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yeah it's highly annoying - i can sympathise with you there.
although you wouldn't of really liked being a brat and lets be honest in a few years when they're struggling to pay the rent 'cos they're not educated more than a flea, found that boys are more interesting that horses and that its not quite cool to much out your pony or groom it compared the social status you get from hanging out in the park drinking cider ....
it really is worth NOT being a brat
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Can i go back and be one of those too?

The once that got me where there parents bought the ponies, children never rode them, mucked them out, groomed bathed or fed. With the hope they might, i was ponyless parents had no intrest. I asked to ride these ponies, whilst offering mucking out services get them fit and well behaved then had to plate them up and watch their daughters howk them round a arean of jumps. Whilst they patted me on the head and everyone including them comented on how well the daughters where doing with the pony.

I was lucky at 16yr old i got a freeby which proved to be the best thing on four legs, and when it came to competing for team places aginst their daughters after joining the R club, two years running the told me the day of the competition to get a place on the team was that day when i didn't have a box and couldn't arange a lift up in time and all their boxes where full. And when we did get a box i got told by someone after it had already been.

Two years latter get my new small horse, the teams messed up some one is ill, and i got a phone call "can i take mine" I refused oops
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wonder if they realised you'd kick butt if you took your pony - surely must have known that their ponies were only going well thanks to you and that you'd whip their backsides if you actually competed against them
 
By the sounds of your parent had you behaved that way you would have got nothing other than maybe a slap.

Don't blame the kids, blame the parents they are the ones allowing this behaviour...actually they are the ones rewarding it!
 
Lol flicker

They are the same people who when i sold on my freeby, found out which people where looking at him and told them the horror stories of when i first got him five years earlier. Putting everyone in the area off, funnly enought thought quite alot of those poeple came from their yard to enquire about him, who said he was perfect for them.

After the faff, The people who did get him, drove four hours down to try him, didn't bring a deposit as they wernt sure and had been looking for ages, i refused to hold him for them for a week as didn't want messed around, so they drove back four hours that day to get the horse box and money drove back down that night to collect him. He was winning rosetts with there nervy daughter a week later.

i think part of the problem was when i did get my boy i had him in my partents feild then had my own stables built, as it wasn't about the money my parents just wanted to make sure ridding wasn't a faze. There was alot of jelousy involved now looking back. Plus what the fun if someone get a new horse and the Beeps don't sit round the edges of the arena B****ing.
 
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