I rode horses regularly from when I was eight-years-old up until I was 16. I can remember the name of each horse I've ever ridden and their personality. Cheval was a grumpy, red horse. Butkus didn't like being near other horses. Field was a beautiful grey Arabian who lost his best friend to a lightning strike. The electricity went through Charlie and paralyzed one side of Field. I rode him once, but he was my favorite. Juice and I were buddies. He taught me to jump and really helped me become a balanced rider. He was the first and only horse I've ever fallen off. I loved Winton, even though he seemed to always be disappointed when I brought him his tack.
Dallas was another favorite. He seemed to tolerate me very well.
I rode Domino and Tara at camp. Both of them had babies, which made me consider that the camp was not the best place for horses or people.
I was completely horse crazy. I read books about horses, watched movies about horses, dreamed about horses... they were a part of who I was.