Judith, don't give up hope yet, my mom told me the same thang.....her youngest sister died when the horse she was riding with a friend on the back (which the horse was used for riding, plowing, whatever they needed it for back then) Anyway, Christmas Eve day they were all outside, except Grandma, and the horse reared up and fell backward on her. Saddle horn crushing her chest. Pretty much instantly killed her. The other girl was fine.
So......mom was adement about me not having a horse growing up. Everytime I asked for one, dad was for it, but Mom said NO!
When I married, and we moved to East Texas...it didnt take long for the first horse to appear here at our house. LOL First time Mom came to visit after the horse got here, she bout had a spell. But I told her. Mom we all will die one way or another. If it's meant that I die on a horse, so be it. If not, it won't be that way. I don't ride as much as I'd like to, but I do occasionally saddle up a horse and ride with our daughter. I get more pleasure out of watching her ride than anything.
It's taken her a long time to get to where she runs barrels like she does now......I sent Dad a photo book I put together for Christmas because I knew he had no way of viewing my CD's that I done (no computer or dvd player) He called when he got it, and said jokingly, "You better slow her down, that horse is leanin way too far over when she's turnin them barrels" Then he asked, "Do you remember way back when she first started.....how she'd almost totally walk the whole barrel pattern?"
Your son maybe someday decide he's grown, and can have a horse if he wants to...just like I did.
His daddy spends alot of time telling him that horses kill people....GRRRRRRR.
