What made you start riding?

My uncle had a pony and when i was in the country (we lived in saudi arabia until i was 4) so when i came back i rode his pony.. so i could ride b4 i could walk... then at 4 i started at a riding school ( so i count that i started at 4) then rode at various riding schools until i was about 12... then went to ride 4 ppl at different yards etc 4 a yr then got my own pony nearly 2 years ago.. but most of my family are horsey, and when i had an accident alot of friends said whyy dont u stop... i said i cant its in my genes!!!

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my sisters primary school teacher kept her horse at a riding school and a couple of vacancies came up and for some reason the teacher asked my sister if she wanted to go. As my mother supposedly always treated us the same i had to go to and thats how it all started.
 
My mum always wanted to ride as a child and wasn't allowed so when I begged and begged age 4 she took me for riding lessons at the local riding school. I think she probably regrets this as I was horse crazy from that point forward.
 
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White Horses on TV - that series has a lot to answer for! And my aunt rode when she was younger, and encouraged me.

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Oh dear MH ...... that is what set me off on my way .... it was the 1st record I bought
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My sister
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When I was 7 and she was 12. She had been having lessons now and again. We went on holiday as a family and there was a riding school near the B&B. Sister nagged for a lesson, parents insisted that if one went the other must, so sister bullied me into going (I was very small for my age and thought the ponies were huge) I must have enjoyed it as we then went every week to the RS at home. Parents bought us a horse when I was 15 and we worked out the other day that we have had 10 horses between us! and none have been sold on. We even got my dad interested and he took up driving, which he has retired from now.
 
Mum used to pick me up form playschool on her scatty TB called Truffles that she had on loan. One momemtous day (aged 3-4) I kicked him apparently and said, look mummy I can trot. Whereupon horse shot off, spooked at something and ditched me. Cue coma and a night or two in hospital
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Next village pony that was always spare was monty, little b*gger! used to belt off down each canter track with my mum and sisters laughing merrrily, knowing that when he got to the end I'd shoot up his neck as he slammed his head to the floor to stuff his face. Those were the days eh?
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