I often think back to my confidence in those days and would do anything to be like that again.
I remember someone on the yard had a whopping 17hh mare that was built like a tank and she was a horror to bring in from the field as it just used to rear up constantly. The owner was terrified of her and sent a couple of my friends to get her in. I went with them. We were all about 13/14. The mare started rearing and boxing out and my friend who had hold of her panicked. I simply said “oh give her to me” and took hold of her and started leading her. The horse went up once and then looked so amazed that I didn’t react that she walked as quiet as a lamb after that. I remember being totally bewildered that my friends were so afraid. I was the same riding. It never entered my head that I could fall off and hurt myself so I’d just get on anything. As a result, everything just went sweetly for me because I was so relaxed about it. Harlow reminds me a lot of me at that age. I hope she keeps that confidence. Mine went south in my twenties.
I’m a right wuss now