I come from a herd of horses galloping down the hill to get their feed.

I come from a farm where I played and played for hours on end.

I come from riding my big highland pony called beauty, without a saddle nor proper ridding clothes.

I come from getting the sheep only in the winter.

I come from having playful pet lams running around the farm.

I come from going to horse shows with my mum all the time.

I come from my pony Timmy zooming of away from my mum and me falling off the side.

I come from having so many little devils that buck me off.

I come from having lots of ponies and then finding the perfect one.

I come from having a family member that has little chats with the queen