Well when I was younger my family was big in to the ranching business my great grandpa was one of the biggest cow buyers around he would go to the sale barn and come back with a five hundred head of cows. He loved what he did and he was good at it. So I think that's where the ranching started in my blood. But when I was born my dad had still done cows and a lil bit of horses but it was just going down to nothing. It finally got to where we had to stop bc we couldn't pay all the expenses we had to live. That killed me. We ended up starting to farm. It was working out really well. The money was coming in to the point where we could actually go on a vacation. So it kind of stayed there for a while and it was all good. My sister still was playing sports and my lilttle brother was being his normal little show off self. But I guess that's y I loved him. I never could find something I really liked to actually stay at and do I would just kind of try diffrent things but none of them every felt right it was just like something was missing. A few years go by and it was still the same. I still couldn't figure out what was missing until one day my uncle bought some new horses and I fell in love with them. I would always go see them. But then again they sold them and that same missing felling came back. Another couple of years go by and I was eleven when one of our family friends needed a place to bring his mare swizzle to have her filly bc the last time she had a colt she had him in the water and drowned him so it was a definite yes when he asked. That mare was real gentle until
The day she had that filly she didn't want to be ridden or messed with the only way we could get her in the barn was if we would feed her. But she finally came around and I started to get to help the owner with her. That was the start to a great beginning
