The first time I remember knowing I wanted a horse was when I was watching my dad, grandfather, and old friends doing barrels, poles, flags and pick up.  I wanted to be a part of all that.  My Stepfather got us 3 ponies, and they were good for a while.  But, by the time I became 14 I wanted my own horse.  My grandfather raised Quarter Horses, and they simply amazed me.  For my 16th birthday my grandfather took me to the barn and told me to pick out one of three fillies.  That was when I finally got my first horse:  Miss Satin Bars, or “Satin” as I called her.   I did everything with that horse.  I broke her to ride without anything.  She had a colt, and I also trained him.

At 19 I got married, and my husband was allergic to horses.  By 21 he convinced me that it would be best to sell the horses with the promise to some day I would have horses again.  In the 17 years we were married I had three children but my dream of horses was pushed further into the background. When I married my present husband he knew of my dreams, and even though he has never been around horses he would take me anywhere I wanted to go that had to do with horses.  The Horse Fair, shows, the wild horses adoption, any event that featured horses.  After 4 years of me crying my husband, mom and dad finally understood a horse of my own was a necessary part of my life.  Each year we went to the horse expo I bought some kind of tack.  By the time I got everyone to agree to me getting a horse I had all I needed.  The topper was the Horse and Burro adoption in 2005.  I saw this beautiful small filly, and she had a sore on her head.  She allowed me to pet her and scratch her ears and back.  We called my parents in Texas, and they said OK to me having one.  Unfortunately, I could not get that particularly filly, but I was able to get “Star” a four year old Quarter Horse.  She had a problem with bucking.  I thought after breaking two horses I could do her.  Well, boy was I fooled.  She threw me three times.  The third time she shattered my tibia.  I now have a plate and nine screws in my left leg.  I still have Star.  She is for sale, but I have been to natural horsemanship clinic with Frank Bell.  She seems a lot calmer now.  She also was sent to a trainer for 30 days, but when the trainer told my dad and husband not to let me back on her I figured she would be my pasture pet.  Then the first of September my brother called and offered me his 15 year old Arabian.  So my husband and I went to Texas and brought her to Indiana.  She has won blankets, halters, and belt buckles in barrels and poles with my nephew riding her.  But she just loves to be ridden.  To put her to good use, my husband suggested I find some ladies who like to ride.  Then I found you.  He encouraged me to join.  He said he would even pay the $50 fee.  So here I am, ready willing and able to have the dreams all come true.