My Dad made sure my sisters and I had plenty of horses…

Subsequently he never had to look very far to find us most weekends.
It occurred to me today that I never really did that whole ‘rebellious-teenager/party-until-I-can’t-remember-it’ spiel. I’m not particularly upset by this. It actually only solidifies my belief that horses are a great way to keep kids (and quasi-adults like myself) out of trouble (I mean who has TIME for any other sort of trouble when you have horse shenanigans?).