A lot of my favourite childhood memories revolve around my cousins and horses. I got my first pony when I was 8, her name was Judy and she was a welsh mountain pony. She arrived on Christmas morning and I was so excited. I had been begging my mum and dad for a pony for a few years. Judy taught me a lot because she was really NAUGHTY! She used to take off on me in the paddock and race to the gate, slam on her brakes and try and toss me over the gate. Riding Judy gave me really strong legs.
My next horse was called Spice and he was old and lovely. My cousins and I used to ride him bareback all over the farm. He was so kind and would just patiently put up with us jumping on and off him.
Two of my cousins lived at the back of our farm – their farm and our farm joined up together, and we would spend hours together making huts in the hay barns, riding horses, playing cops and robbers on my mum’s old scooter. We had so much fun.
I am really looking forward to reading about your favourite childhood memory.