![]() ![]() She clapped when the ribbons were handed out (of course, I was mortified then by her exuberance), and at the end of each class, she walked back to the barn with me. ![]() She was always there, standing at the rail, wishing me luck. My mom and I spent countless weekends together, driving from one arena to another. Many of my favorite childhood memories are tangled up with horses. Like so many other thirteen-year-old girls, I worked all summer to buy a new bridle or a blue Stetson hat or a piece of sterling silver to decorate my saddle At first it was 4-H, and later, the breed shows. Weekends, after school, and all summer, I spent long hours on horseback, riding through the trails near my house. My first pony, Silver Birch, and I were inseparable. When I was a young girl, I lived to ride. In many ways, True Colors is a valentine to the women and girls who love horses. ![]()
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