I loved horses. When I was young mum would drop me
off at the local riding school on Saturday morning. I would spend all day there helping –
grooming, feeding, saddling up horses and so on.
The owners would let me go on a free trail ride on
Sunday. It was heaven. Cantering away from everything. I just loved it.
We couldn't afford a horse but the other kids at
the riding school had them. I would hate the way they would snigger at me as I
was helping them get ready for a ride. The other kids had proper riding clothes and boots
too. I only had jeans and sneakers. I was just 7 years old. I would have to
wear the same clothes every weekend. I didn't care what the others thought of me, or
that I didn't have all the swish clothes. I just wanted to be able to talk to
the horses.
The horses didn't didn't care that I wasn’t one of those kids. The
horses were my friends. Riding was my escape. The horses understood.
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