Few days ago I met by chance one of my girls that I taught to ride. I was maybe 18 and she was still in primary school, afraid of horse and with strong will to learn how to stay in the saddle. In the stable I put her on the bare horseback to show her how horse is calm and worthy to be trusted. She was improving very much, she even felt to the ground latter but she climbed up and we rode further. She gave me some picture of me riding on my horse (still have it) and some nice county CD by Garth Brooks (still in my CD player and playing sometimes).
Now she is young lady, studying veterinary medicine and I am nostalgic and missing times when I rode my Bonita and leading that girl around the woods. If she will be reading this, she will know.
Oh and by the way, when I just started to dream about my LIFE (it was life written with caps - I know it now), in the first half of November I was at Verona horse fair and here are some pictures just for example.