The Fourth of July was a dream come true for Rose, who finally got to ride a horse for the first time.
“Finally?” you say, “Isn’t she only 1 1/2?”
Well, yes. That’s true. She’s only 1 1/2, but in my family 1 1/2 is practically old age for the first horse ride. My mother has had horses my whole life and owns a small boarding stable, as well as a large assortment of bizarre animals. I was allegedly on a horse’s back by the time I was 6 months old.
So waiting until 1 1/2 to put Rose on a horse’s back was practically conservative. Rose was already putting all her dolls on horses’ backs and wild about rocking horses, so this ride was long overdue.
She loved it so much that when we tried to take her off the horse, she threw a fit. We let her go around some more, but it was really her big sister’s turn to ride. Eventually, we had to take her off.
There was quite a theatrical show about the injustice that was done to her.
We had hoped that when Lily got on to ride, Rose would be interested in watching her.
Rose cried the entire time her sister rode the horse. It was quite impressive.
Guess what happened when we tried to take her off again? As much as she loved it, I think her first ride induced more tears than smiles. If only she could stay on top of a horse forever.