Connie, me on the bottom, Cheryl on top

I was digging through some old photos and found some really old ones from 1973 and 74 of me and my first horse, Cognac. (Connie). That was an awful fancy name I chose for the $150 grade mare of my dreams. My parents purchased her as a Christmas present when I was 16 from my uncle who was a horse trader at the time. What a kind soul she was........ I knew NOTHING about actually keeping horses except what I had read in horse adventure stories such as Fury, The Black Stallion series and C.W. Anderson stories. I had loved horses since I could remember, but I was ignorant on the proper care and feeding of them. I don't remember ever worming her, having her feet done, or any vet calls for shots, etc. I'm sure some of it was done, but it's a miracle she did as well as she did. I'm embarassed now, but my current mares get all the extra care Connie never did. My cousins and I raced besides busy streets, crossed over expressways, swam in borrow pits, rode shoeless, bareback, double, double backwards....all the things I dreaded when my daughter got her first horse. Thank goodness I know better now and thank goodness for horses that put up with crazy kids!
This is my best friend Cheryl and Connie- check out that bit !
This next one is me on a fuzzy, winter coated, rather slim Connie - I feel happy and sad looking back at these photos.