Recently, I’ve been thinking about my
childhood passion. Horses appealed to me from a young age; consequently my
parents kindly signed me up for riding lessons when I was a child. Horse riding
continued to be a passion until I was about 13 years of age, spending time
after lessons at the stables. Frequently taking care of the unappealing
but necessary jobs. Climbing up the horse manure pile and jumping up and down
on it to flatten it on a regular basis. Often, the pile was enormous and I'd return
home smelling terrible, to my mum's disgust.
KB's First Riding Lesson
riding was an escape from the world. I found the speed, exhilarating, knowing
when to let the horse go and when he needed reining in. The connection you can
build with a horse can be amazing.
One beautiful, summer day I
rode my favourite horse, Count. Often
high strung but I'd always been able to handle him. Something spooked him and I
could feel myself losing control. Galloping towards the road was terrifying
because there was nothing I could do but hold on. Count raced across two lanes
of traffic before coming to an abrupt stop in front of a red convertible; I can
still picture the driver’s face. The driver shook his fist and swore several
obscenities at me. I don't blame him as it would have been a shock to see a
horse coming out of nowhere.
After I finally calmed down, I
said to myself, 'just give yourself a few weeks and you can get back on the
horse'. Two years later, a family member surprised me with a riding lesson.
Lesson day arrived; I was
terrified until I saw my pony. He was more like a stubborn old mule really.
Everything was going fabulously, I felt confident, and so we decided to try a couple
of small jumps. 'This will be fun,' I thought but the stubborn old nag had other
ideas. Pulling up short before the jump;
I flew over the top and landed on my head.
Consequently, I was finished with
the horses, but lately I’ve been thinking of riding again. Even if it's just
the once, so I can say I got back on the horse.
Today we had a visit from the daughter of our ex neighbour Mary. Mary moved into a retirement home a couple of years ago after she collapsed in her driveway and broke her hip. Luckily Whitesnake was home that day and went to her rescue. Mary is now 95 years young and enjoying life in her new home. We miss seeing her pottering around in her garden and are looking forward to catching up with her in a couple of weeks time
This beautiful night sky has been shared with Skywatch Friday Have a great day Love KB x
There's a fine line between keeping kids totally in the dark and telling them the adult truth. I do't think she got the balance right, and she erred on the side of telling me more than I could handle.
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I made my stage debut at the age of five. I was in the St. John The Baptist Kindergarten production of Mrs. Jingle B. It was a Christmas pageant with singing that sounded more like screaming in unison. The dancing looked like a bunch of drunk bunny rabbits trying to find their way home after a bender.