tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656921634940224775.post5301552194650370664..comments2024-02-11T15:29:31.409-05:00Comments on Richard's Pretension: A Midwinter Day’s StreamRichard Bellushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10108081864942272619noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656921634940224775.post-18958506731336577482013-12-21T20:02:10.533-05:002013-12-21T20:02:10.533-05:00Synchronicity rears its fluffy head.
Horseback ri...Synchronicity rears its fluffy head.<br /><br />Horseback riding was part of the sports program at my school, which, like many prep schools, was grades 7-12 (Forms I-VI). I was 11 in the 7th grade, and that's when I began riding. Among the folks with whom I now ride, this counts as a late start; a couple of them sat in a saddle before they could walk.<br /><br />Surprisingly few students availed themselves of the opportunity: in a typical year, only about 10-15 students rode out of the 110-120 in the school. <br /><br />Richard Bellushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10108081864942272619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656921634940224775.post-48516706457223486522013-12-21T13:14:05.152-05:002013-12-21T13:14:05.152-05:00I like how both you and your cat shared a similar ...I like how both you and your cat shared a similar fate that day. It must mean something, or have something to do with time travel. We'll have to ponder on that.<br /><br />I didn't know you were a rider at such a young age. When did you first start riding horses?Roman J. Martelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545497713474664555noreply@blogger.com