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16 years of bareback

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When I was a little girl, my grandpa had a horse.  Her name was Misty, she was gray and white speckled.  I would go over to my grandpas house, head to the field with some carrots and an apple slice or two, and then up I’d go.  Grandpa would lift me up on Misty’s back and would grab hold of her mane. 

Grandpa would calmly say, “Go on.”

And off she was.  She would trot, gallop, turn and, even, hop around.  Then she would calmly walk back to Grandpa to show him that I was still hanging on for dear life and then off she’d go again.  I spent countless hours in that field learning how to ride a horse.

Then, one birthday in May 1996, I got a special gift, specifically from Grandpa.  That May I turned 16.  Grandpa came into the dining room carrying a brand new saddle, blanket, and bridle.  The saddle was black with white stitching and the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.  I have never ridden a horse with a saddle and bridle before, this suddenly occurred to me as he placed my gift in front of me.  I looked at Grandpa.  He smiled and said…

“Well, after 16 years of bareback you’ve proven yourself a real cowgirl and that you can ride a horse.  I thought you deserved a prize for that.”

He calmly walked to the door.

“Are you coming?  That horse won’t wait forever you know.”

I rode for the first time with a saddle on my 16th birthday!

~Tiffany S.

     South Dakota          

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