Dear Bonnie,
Your description of your horses running and kicking their heals, brought
back a beautiful childhood memory. I had a horse when I was about 14, he
was a beautiful roan with a light main and tail. He was about two when I
bought him, had never been ridden, had just grown up wild running in a
field. I had been looking for a horse, there was an add in the paper that
he was for sale. When my Dad drove me to the owner's home, I saw this
beautiful, giant horse standing on top of a hill, looking so proud, and
reminded me of the part in Bambi when the father deer stood atop a hill.
When the owner was finally able to catch him and brought him down to us, I
was just amazed at the beauty and powerful muscles, and in awe at his size.
We bought him for $100 took him home, and I soon learned he was indeed,
wild. I didn't have money for a saddly, just had a bridle, I put the
bridle on him (not without a struggle) I had to stack cinder block in order
to get on him. His shoulders came to mine, anyway he stood still, and I
jumbed on his back, he immediately threw me off. We went back to the
blocks, I got on, and he immediately threw me off. This went on all day.
The day turned into days, the days into about two weeks, he just constantly
kept throwing me, He'd allow me to walk him, groom him, everything but
ride him. Needless to say, I was so frustrated, but I was as determined as
he, I was going to ride him, and he wasn't going to allow it. After so
many bruises and blood, he threw me, I just lay in the field on my stomach,
unable to stand it any more, and cried. After a few minutes, I felt
something tough my back, then nudge my back, I knew it was him, but didn't
dare screw up the moment, he kept nudging me, I finally turned over on my
back, and looked at him standing over me. He actually licked the tears
from my face. We had about a five minute stare down, I didn't know what to
do, so I slowly got up, took him back to the bricks, all the time wondering
what was going on, I got on his back and he DIDN'T throw me, it was a rough
ride, but he didn't rear and kick and throw me. I learned a very valuable
lesson that day, he wasn't going to be broken, but he would allow me to
ride him. It was like he just wanted me to know that if I wanted to ride
him, he would allow it, I didn't break him, he broke me, but then we became
best buddies. When the school bus would bring me home, he knew what time
that would be, and he'd begin running and kicking, it was beautiful. When
I'd go to him, he'd lick my face (kisses) and it was a wonderful
relationship between an animal and human. I was the only person he would
"allow: ride him. He was very clear on that point. Didn't mean to write
so long, but the memory made me cry, (happy tears) thinking of him, and how
no one should give up on anything, b/c you never know what will happen.
But he taught me a lesson, he broke me, but I was his best friend after
that.
Take care, - Thanks for the memory - Karla