*+[ Before Thunder died, my life was like an episode of Heartland. Right before Thunders death is when I bonded with him most, and spent more time with him. It’s actually crazy it’s been two years without him. He was my mom’s old reining horse, and he was a flea bitten grey Arabian/Quarter horse. He has preformed all over the US and my mà had owned him for 25 years. He was born at her barn when she was eight years old, and died in my back yard]*+ *+[First few are me walking 25-year-old Thunder in my yard.]*+ *+[Second few is me and a Morgan Yearling in conicut at Lee riding stables. Thats where my mom had her first lesson. I wanted my first there too, but my mom could not afford it, so my first was Hayden acres instead.]*+ *+[The one after that is me riding a red chesnut Quarter horse called Scout. I was on a trail ride on Sunflower trail. ]*+ *+[The last one is my great grandmas barn in North Carolina. It’s zoomed in because I don’t have permission to include my dad’s truck. ]*+
Wrote a whole essay explaining dis lol. And yes, I did ride bareback often. ITS NOT ABUSE to the horse.