My first love

When I was 9 something wonderful happened to me. I got "my" first horse.
She was called Ballerina, a 26 years old welsh pony, who was actually our neighbour's horse.

But in my mind she was mine. I spent all my spare time in the stable, rode her every day for hours. Fed her apples, brushed her, took her for walks.

She was a very alert 26-year old. Very naughty but incredibly clever.

She taught me so much.

I fell off a thousand times, always laughing, but in the end learnt to stand on her back whilst she galloped around. We could do anything together.

We got two years together, and I will always think back at that time smiling.

I loved her! Oh how I loved her.

Me and Ballis