Last fortnight I asked some Melbourne’s Pony Party friends about their own memories of growing up with horses. We’ve got some more to share this week.
Sandra wrote: “My first pony experience happened when someone asked if they could keep their pony at our place. I was 9 years old and over the moon! The owner would come on the weekends, but during the week I would feed him, brush him, wash him, and eventually ride him! He was so quiet and gentle I could do anything with him, go underneath even! He was coloured grey and about 14hh. His name was Blue.”
Allison wrote: “When I was little I had a little grey pony, his name was Nipsey. He was very old but was the best pony ever. We’d go on trail rides and my dad would have to lead me because of how little I was. I have a vivid memory of him trying to make Nipsey canter, and dad having to run quite fast to make him canter because he was old and lazy. I would just be bouncing along holding on as much as I could. I was about 3 or 4 years old when I first got him.”
Dave wrote: “Yeah, when I was a little tacker I had a ratbag pony. She used to wipe me off under trees. I got sick of this so started borrowing my sisters horse. He was a beauty and I learned to jump with him. He’d go all day if you wanted him to. I owe it to him that I work with horses now. Ya know, owning horses has affected every area of my life – where I live, what I do to bring in a buck, what I’m interested in, where I wanna be.”
If you have a story about growing up with ponies or horses, we’d love to hear it. Please share in the comments below.