Everyone has to start somewhere, right? Here I am on my instructor’s pony Ginger (who you may recall from a previous TBT), learning to jump. This was in 1996 or so, so I’m about 10 years old. My mother, who recently sent me this treasure trove of old pictures, was insistent that it was my first jumping lesson.
Let’s take a moment to appreciate my amazing riding tights, oversized jean jacket, and helmet that was long past its ASTM expiration date (if it ever had one; it was my mother’s old helmet). If I could get those riding tights today, y’all know I would.
In case you can’t see it, here’s a closer view of my terrified face and Ginger’s annoyed lesson pony face. Just think, nearly 20 years later, I’m still making the same face over the same sized jump on a different mare!