Happy Horsemanship Nurture or Nature?

Happy Horsemanship was my favorite book growing up. I loved horses. I took riding lessons at a stable down the road. My pony, Sugar Cookie, was a Chincoteague Pony from Chincoteague Island, Virginia.

My room was full of horse statues. At school I had my "horse friends" and we would play with our horses till the bell rang. I would even pretend my bike was my horse. Every Saturday morning I accompanied my Dad to the Southern States Feed Store and had my lead and bridle picked out, purple of course, for the day I would get my horse.

I dreamed of horses and of the day when I was a grown up because I would have 12 children and each child would have their own pony. I have since changed my ideal family size but I am left to wonder if Kate will love horses.

You see its genetic, this love of horses.

I shouldn't even know this but with the internet I have done a lot of research and discovered that my birthmother and the other females in her family loved their horses. They trained in dressage and actively trained their own horses and had their own ponies as children.

That was such an exciting discovery. Could love of horses be genetic?

They have an annual roundup. I am thinking this should be on my bucket list.