The Relatable Rider

April Ray-Peterson horse blog equine blog the relatable rider

As I sit here writing this post, I have what experience tells me is a pinched nerve in my neck. After an unfortunate car accident three years ago I have a great team of therapists – a chiropractor, massage therapist and acupuncturist – and still I have yet to make myself an appointment with any of them. Yet recently I took two hours off work to run back to the farm so my three-year-old horse could see a chiropractor for the first time.

April Ray-Peterson horse blog equine blog the relatable rider

I have been riding since I was six years old, which means I have been riding for, let’s just say, a long time. Okay, I will admit that I have been lucky enough to call myself a horseback rider for nearly 29 years now. I started taking lessons after my parents got tired of me begging, and sent me and my older sister to a nearby stable. Once a week lessons eventually turned into working at the barn to earn more riding privileges and in general spending more time at the farm.

April Ray-Peterson horse blog equine blog the relatable rider

I remember the first time it happened. I was just a kid, maybe eight or nine years old. I had fallen in love with the horse at the barn where I took lessons, and now he was for sale. His name was Sonny, a small chestnut of unknown breeding.

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