Sue Graf, EEBW

When I was 8 years old, my Dad bought me a pony. He always said it was the worst $65 he ever spent. She was a chestnut mare – a Shetland pony – whose name was Ginger. You can imagine how many times I fell off that pony. But it all begins with a passion. Passion is a funny thing, and for me it’s always been about the horses. There is something about them that intrigues me, comforts me, and energizes me. Growing up, it was all I wanted to do. I could sit on the fence post at the barn in Michigan and watch my riding instructor give lessons for hours. My Mom would drop me off at 8am in the summers and I’d do whatever needed to be done – clean stalls, clean water buckets, move horses around – it didn’t matter. I just wanted to be there. Some things never change. (Source)