My twin sister, Lynn, and I have had horses for over thirty years now. Our first mount was on King, one of the actual Budweiser horses who was preparing for a parade in New Orleans. Our cousin who was a police officer put us on top of King's massive back. Our legs spread wide, as Mother tried to hold our legs down and Dad took a picture, we were in Heaven and we were only five years old! We learned to ride at summer camp and they bought us a gaited Standard Bred named Blazer to share when we were eleven. Lynn always wanted to ride in front, of course and he didn't like a rider on his behind too much so we received Shasta Thunder Mountain we were tweleve. I rode Shasta bare back for years. He was a "Medicine Hat Mustang." At first, he would barely be touched, especially around the face, and he would only back up when ridden. He was the fastest horse around and he knew it. We developed such a special bond. he knew he could trust me and I could trust him. We rode almost every day. He got me through some difficult teenage years. He lived well into his thirties and died the same year that my parents did. Now, I have a beautiful palomino Quarter Horse, Trapper, who has a real smooth trot and sometimes he'll throw his tail up to really show off. He will "take a bow" for a peppermint and loves his buddy Raffles, who is our Appaloosa Arabian. He is a gentle soul who is wonderful for my husband who had been converted to horses fifteen years ago when he met me. Pete puts on the saddles because I simple can't do it anymore. It is good therapy for me to walk out to the barn and raise my arms to brush and hug my boys and take care of them. We don't ride often and it is usually just around the property and I'm pretty sore afterward, but it is so worth it. My sister goes on trail rides very often and it brings back great memories of the good old days of when I did, too. I have read all of the entries and I can relate to so many of you. Enjoy!