tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post2213557406778888900..comments2023-10-05T10:28:32.239-05:00Comments on My Life As A Rider: Little Hope For Me, Part 2RiderWriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679157278313699794noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-13601648671221254072013-01-18T13:54:52.853-06:002013-01-18T13:54:52.853-06:00OK RiderWriter- I cried. You made me cry!
I di...OK RiderWriter- I cried. You made me cry! <br /><br />I did summer camp one year at Matollionequay in NJ (and the only reason why I can spell it today is because I can still sing the spell-it-out camp song we had to sing every day.) I was also the low man on the totem pole of our cute little indian tribe theme cabin. My low ranking status was actually visibly marked on me with a single strand of yellow yarn tied around my wrist- which we were to never ever remove- a color code system designating our swimming ability for easy checking by the life guards. In the woodsy world built around a lake, I was doomed by my inability to swim well. Ordinarily this fault only surfaced near water, but that cursed yellow string would follow me to the showers, the dining hall, the horzse barn and even to Chapel.<br /><br /> There was one girl was was especially mean to me- until late one night I awoke to discover her BITING HER TOENAILS. We just shared a long awkward eye contact there in the dark- her with her foot literally in her mouth... and she never said another mean word to me.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02295477639257516117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-67724167012650714812012-12-04T19:29:49.453-06:002012-12-04T19:29:49.453-06:00I went to LHR in the early 70s and had a miserable...I went to LHR in the early 70s and had a miserable week. No foals, no swimming.....certainly not as the brochure promised! I had a horse t home, so wasn't a novice rider but instruction was minimal. I do remember tht I was assigned Shoshaz(?) who was featured w Mindy in the brochure.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09527240176635437317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-34766396583413025412011-08-04T16:57:09.281-05:002011-08-04T16:57:09.281-05:00Sorry it has taken me so long to answer your quest...Sorry it has taken me so long to answer your question about my Grand daughters riding helmet - but I believe it is a Aegis Ussepa Riding Helmet but I may be wrong on the name. It has a dial in the back that either tightens or loosens the fit of the helmet. I love that since she will certainly grow!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14068762965886417061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-4372730011776572632011-08-01T17:46:29.861-05:002011-08-01T17:46:29.861-05:00Thanks for your comments. Fortunately, it was a lo...Thanks for your comments. Fortunately, it was a long time ago, my mom and I tend to laugh when I bring it up now (thought she still feels guilty), and I wasn't discouraged from RIDING, at least! :-) Yes, middle school years are difficult for most of us. I am glad my kids survived theirs a lot better than I did, and they even went to camps!RiderWriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05679157278313699794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-38428453674424627112011-08-01T10:15:11.632-05:002011-08-01T10:15:11.632-05:00Sorry you had such a rotten time at camp. Girls t...Sorry you had such a rotten time at camp. Girls that age can be so cruel.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09066327510880156537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-21061914714392443632011-07-28T20:35:54.886-05:002011-07-28T20:35:54.886-05:00thanks for sharing your experience. I was a regul...thanks for sharing your experience. I was a regular for a few years at LHR and loved it for the horses, and I enjoyed spending time with the other girls. I am now remembering feeling awkward and bullied at times, too. It may be a function of girls at camp, more than LHR, though. Sorry about your ribbon and certificate. Anyone who was a junior high girl knows what that feeling must have been like. No violins, just that special early teen pain, that we all grow out of, thank goodness.sporksforallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15758692656233965298noreply@blogger.com