Thanks for your good wishes about the horse trials today. It was a good day, perfect weather (might have hit the 70s!) and Buddy behaved, though he considered doing otherwise. Lily should be proud of all of her hard work and achieving her goals. (Placed well, too.) I'll write more later and maybe put up some photos, though I was too absorbed in riding Buddy from a distance and doing the Mom Worry Thing, in my head, to remember to take pictures.
We got to see her old pony, many friends and it was a great day. We got home mid-afternoon and I slept like a fool until 5:30!
I even ran into a childhood friend who lived on the same block as I did and told me the following story, which I'm not sure I remember more than a flash:
We had a pony cart. It was lightweight and probably home-made, with bicycle tires for wheels. My childhood friend told me that she hadn't been in a pony cart since the day she went riding with me, and that she'd never go again.
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"Remember you were driving and you took that corner too fast and we flipped the cart? We turned it right over."
This sounds traumatic enough to remember. And I almost can. I remember seeing the ground come up as we fell over. I think I remember. I didn't remember it until today , when my old friend retold the story.
I asked my father if he remembered it. He said no, but that he didn't remember a lot, and that it did sound like something I would have done.
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I remember many rides in the pony cart. I was less thrilled than others about riding in a pony cart. I preferred riding the pony to riding behind the pony. I didn't even know that I knew how to drive a pony cart. I guess, hearing all this, I didn't.
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