It all started when I was four years old. My parents took me to the pony rides and
I fell in love. At that moment, I knew that I wanted a horse of my own.
I asked many times, over and over.              Then, when I was seven  . . .              
          

      Sandy was a great horse.                       She loved kids!  This is me and my brothers.
      

I quickly learned that a horse means lots of work. Horses need to be fed.
Their corral has to be cleaned. Horses have to be brushed. 
                                                           And they have to be ridden, too. 
     

                                           This is me and my horse Shaman.