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My first lesson was at Camp Rim Rock. As soon as I sat in the saddle, I dunno, it felt natural, and I wasn't trying to find my balance or doing other crazy stuff like the other girls. And I was happy 'cause they let us trot, and since I've been reading about horses forever, I found it easy to post. I remember feeling so proud, until, of course, Rosie bucked. Since it was my first time riding, I wasn't exactly sure how to get her under control. I knew that I was supposed to get her head up, but it was HARD. I remember the instructor was yelling at me to sit back and turn her in tight circles until she stopped. I was so shaken up 'cause I'd nearly fallen off, but I'm kinda glad she bucked- even though it was because a horse fly had landed on her rump, because it gave me some experience.
..Still, I don't think I was really confident on a horse until I was riding another one- a gelding named Sparky.

I don't remember my first lesson. But I do remember this horse that was really nice named Sebastian. When I was little I used to carry around this plastic horse around wherever I went. [[Literally everywhere, even to bed...]] So this lady noticed me playing with it at Starbucks. So she started talking to my dad, and later, she took me to the nearest stables in the area to show me her horse. She also gave me a little doll... She was really nice to me... I think that was my earliest horse expierience. Other than the pony rides at the fair.

oooo thanks! I think we have joules brand in the states, one of my campers this week had shirts and caps with their brands logo.

I can't remember if my first lesson was on a mare called Spyder, or another called Peaches. But anyways, we started on the lunge line, did some trot work (I had ridden 2 or 3 times before this on payed trail rides, and had figured out how to post) so we worked on diagonals. At the end of the ride, she let me trot on my own for 5-10 minutes before cooling out. We did a lot of stuff with the tack at the start and end, and thats all I remember.

I must have been 6? 7? Something like that but it was on this gray Arab (or arab cross) gelding named Kelley. I was taking lessons the same time as my mom, ooo she got in so much trouble. What strikes me strange now is that was never on a lunge line till 3 years later after I was getting into my lessons at a different barn... Not that we did anything too strenuous with Kelley just some walk, trot and posting (I thought 'post' was the funniest thing becase it has nothing to do with mail... I was an insightful bizarre little child)

I don't remember my first time riding, but my first lesson as in I got something taught to me was when I was around four and I remember quite vividly thinking the instructor was crazy. I rode a little QH pony named Buster (or something of that nature) and was in this huge western roping saddle (I remember the horn be gigantic!) with buddy stirrups and the instructor was trying to get me to say, "whoa!" really loud and deep. Yeah - I never did get above a whisper, I was a shy little girl. : P

My second lesson was with the same pony and instructor and about half way through it Buster spooked at something and took off to the other side of the arena. My mom was yelling and when they finally got the pony stopped I was giggling like a mad child.

My first lesson was cold, I remember it was COLD!!! I rode a pony she wasn't a little little one like a medium pony, and we did walking keeping her on the rail that kind of boarding stuff. So yeah, and the next was better 'cause I rode a little pony and she got spooked and she took off across the arena. x3 It was fun. Haha.