Pinto is my first pony
I call him a pony cos I think he really is one :P He certainly has a pony brain

I bought him when I was 29, after my Dad died of leukaemia, I decided life was too short to go on having "if only"s.
I had been having private dressage lessons in Switzerland for about 2 years, and thought I could ride lol!
The first horse I ever sat on, was a big brown mare called Chloe. I was about 12 or 13 and had eventually wheedled and begged enough to get A lesson for a birthday. Having being horse mad all of my childhood (my mum wonders where she found me, as she hasen't a horsey bone in her body - I blame my dad, he grew up on a farm

) you can imagine my frustration when the nearest riding school was two bus rides away (my parents didn't drive). So I had to content myself by reading every "Jinny" book, and every other horse book I could lay my hands on. By the time I got to sit on a horse I "knew" ALL of the theory of riding... and yet, til I actually bought Pinto I hadn't groomed or tacked up by myself!
I'm so pleased I grew up and was able to have lessons in the times of if you fell off you dusted yourself off, and got back on, without having to fill in waivers and disclaimers.
Despite my "nervous nelly" status, I've been dumped, bucked off, bailed out, slammed into the side of the school and ran away with (come to think of it maybe that's the reason I'm a nervous nelly lol

) and for the most part I wouldn't change any of it for the world!