Before there was a prince…there was a princess. Well, an Angel, really. This is the first part of my fairytale, before I found my Prince.
*Cue the flashback to 2005*
I had been riding for a few years when a friend of my mom told her about a 6 year old, bay Morgan mare she had for sale. Being the horse crazy kid I was, I wanted a pony, and I wanted one NOW! I don’t remember everything about trying her out except that I fell off. Yes, I fell off my first pony before she was even mine. But I loved her, and, thankfully, so did my mom. A few weeks later Smithfields’ Irish Angel was on her way to the barn I took lessons at for a one month trial lease. I didn’t need that whole month to fall in love. By the time those 30 days were over, Angel was mine.
Well, ours since my mom had a lot of training to do with her before she was REEEAAALLY mine. Fast forward a few years and she was finally sane enough for my horse-crazy kid antics. Or maybe she wasn’t, but she had no choice. Once I began riding Angel more often and mom rode her less, my mom found a horse of her own, Blue. Then I could finally consider her mine.
As far as showing goes, I skipped the walk-trot years and jumped right into the thick of it. Literally, jumped. My first show consisted of Angel spooking at just about everything in the ring. But I didn’t give up, and a few years later she was a pro. Something about he in the show ring screamed “LOOK AT ME!” And the judges always did. Between 4-H, High School Equestrian Teams, and Open shows, Angel and I were a tough team to beat. In our six years of showing together, she carried me to multiple ribbons, trophies, and titles.
She really was my Angel. She was my best friend and my annoying little sister all at the same time, and I loved her for it. She took my flying through the fields when I needed to run away from something and was my mane to cry into when I needed to let go. I spent most of my middle and high school years going to the barn at the end of the day.
Going to college was tough because it meant leaving my Angel at home. But I had no choice. I was growing too tall to show her anymore without looking like a giant and I couldn’t afford to board her at school. My last show with her was at the Big E during my sophomore year. She was an Angel per usual and proved to me that she deserved her show retirement. I still ride her whenever I go home to ride and it brings me back to when I was little running away in the fields. Even though my mom rides her more than I do now, she will forever be MY pony.