tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post5865448413480161816..comments2023-10-05T10:28:32.239-05:00Comments on My Life As A Rider: Fooling Around With FakesRiderWriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679157278313699794noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703454697604324515.post-48325976815528799652011-01-08T08:05:41.652-06:002011-01-08T08:05:41.652-06:00I was the only rider in my family, too. I think i...I was the only rider in my family, too. I think it was all my Dad's fault, because he knew some people that had a Shetland and when I was 5ish they used to let me sit on the pony whenever I was over. Then I used to get to do the hot walker pony rides at any carnival we ever went to that had one. It wasn't until I was 13 that after 7-8 years of asking and asking I finally got to take my first riding lesson..... and looks where it's gotten me... LOL. Just kidding.<br /><br /><br /><br />http://www.kshai1715.wordpress.com<br />A Barrel Horse Learns to JumpAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com