I think I rode a horse before I was born because my mother could never stay off a horse. She rode all during her pregnancy, and I was on a horse with her as soon as I could sit up straight in the saddle. I would always sit in front of her in the saddle and hold the reins. I thought it was big stuff! As soon as I was too tall to sit in front because I was hitting my head on her chin, she put me on my own horse. We owned quarter horses back then and rode pretty much every day possible. In the summer we would ride as soon as dinner was over and dad had gone back to the farm. During school, we rode when we got off the bus before dad would come in for dinner. Mom had the riding schedule down to an art so dad wouldn’t think we were just horsing around!