I come from "Horse People", as they say. The cowboy kind, or rather, cowgirl kind. My sisters rode horses growing up and loved it. Me? Not so much. Horses were too big and scary for my ballerina sensibilities.
Now their daughters, my nieces, ride. And they ride really, really well.
Case in point...
This is a pic snapped just as my lovely niece rode her horse like a bat outta hell, as fast as they could, from one end of the show ring to the other, "hitting the brakes" at the last possible minute before crashing into the end of the ring. After they stopped on a dime, she had the horse walk backwards to finish things off nicely. And, I might add, she did it all while wearing purple sequins.
When you can ride like that, you're a National Champion winning a big shiny belt buckle, an engraved silver tray, and a gorgeous saddle.
My niece attends the great Ohio State University and is studying to be a veterinarian so I'm thinking those horse skills will come in handy in her near future.
Her mother, my baby sister, texted me through her ride while I watched a live feed of the horse show on my computer. (Gotta love modern technology when you're bursting with pride.) About half way through the ride, I realized that Baby Sis was probably not breathing as she watched her daughter do her thing. So I "hit the breaks" on my OMGing and texted repeatedly to my sister to keep breathing... Which she finally did once her sweet daughter had completed her award-winning ride and was out of the ring.
We. Are. So. Proud!
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