Thinking

You can probably feel the steam coming through your screen right now:) Yesterday I sat back and took a good hard look at what I had. Molly and I were trail riding, when I realized that I am a heck of a lucky person.

         This is Molly the day we brought her home. She was seven at the time, and I was seven at the time. (If you don't know already, we share the same birthday of the same day of the same month of the same year). At the age of seven I was terrified of horses, that lasted until I was about ten or eleven.

When I got into horses, I started by sitting in the barn talking to ^Chip^. I began to play with him and soon started grooming him, one day he let me scramble up and sit on his back. I fell in love. After that, I sent a lot of my free time with Chip. Chip was untrained (he had been train both western and English, but sat in the pasture). Molly at this time had gotten herself the name of dangerous, she bucked off and dragged my sister. She could cow kick like you have never seen, she was dangerous.

   Then Molly lost her halter. My dad bought one at the feed store, but nobody could get it on her. I begged my mom to let me try and she finally did, though she watched closely. I walked out in to the field, and called molly. Molly walked up to me, I told her that she needed a halter. And that I was going to put her new hunter green one on, she lowered her head to my level and let me slip the halter on, she stood like that until I buckled it on.

Molly let me pet her after that, but I was busy with chip. Then chips legs gave out and he couldn't carry a rider anymore and I needed a faster horse. Buying another horse was out of the question, and there really was only one other horse that could do what I needed, Molly. I cried a lot, she was big and she knew it, she could drag 60lb kid around all day if she felt like it. I was finally able to  groom her when I found, all across her backside were long rough scars, I then understood why she was what she was and I was determined to make her life good enough for her to put her past aside.

I gave her the chance, and she took it. 

I was just thinking how lucky I am.

Love,

Neighgirl