Ginger

In 1978 I bought my horse Ginger with babysitting and birthday money I had saved. She was 18 months old, not broke and a little on the wild side. This meant if I ever wanted to ride her I had to break her myself. Seeing as I had never broken a horse in my whole 15 years of life I wasn’t going to start now or in the future. She was bigger than me, scared the crap out of me and I wasn’t accustom to being thrown through the air. It took some time but I finally realized I just wasn’t cut out to be a horse woman although I love horses. Two years later I sold her to someone who could train her to be the great horse I knew she could be….I did however double my money which helped me buy my little green bug and the rest is history!