I really can’t make fun of anyone else, since I’ve said some pretty nice gems myself… I’m not too embarrassed to share my own “brain-dead” or “ignorant” moments though.
I was hanging out with a group of teenage girls at Horse Camp. I’m sure they were between 13-18, with me being the youngest at 9 or 10. I was leasing a devious little QH/something lesson-pony reject and showing on the B circuit in short stirrup back then. I was quite proud because the other girl who half-leased him had to compete in BEGINNER horse camp and I got to do ADVANCED. Not because I was really talented or anything, I was just unbelievably cute (back then) and the instructor adored me according to my mother. And the pony had to do both camps, poor thing – two rides a day, although I doubt either tired him much. He was really hard to ride and kind of ugly, so to win on him you had to be PERFECT. He was a boring chestnut with a big head, so you can imagine the nasty looks I got when I felt brave enough to attempt outside clinics.
Anyway, one particularly nasty girl (even at 9, I didn’t care for her–she was REALLY mean!) says, “Olivia, how tall is Copper?” Completely clueless, and wanting to impress the older girls (I worshiped them–seriously, whenever one would let me sit on their ottbs I would literally squeal with joy), I say, “Oh, he’s about 46.8 hands or so.”
Needless to say, I got my education on horse height with a lot of laughter. Copper ended up being 11.2 …
Another thing I did when I was younger was take my hunter circle a BIT too seriously… If I didn’t get the canter RIGHT away (I mean I used to rocket into the ring as if the devil himself was chasing me) I would circle and circle until I got it right. One time I must have circled 5 or 6 times (mind you, this was short stirrup… the judge didn’t WANT to excuse me) before I was “excused”. I quit my hunter circle and went on and jumped the course. Strangely, I didn’t do my second hunter circle, although I was obsessive about doing it before.
When I came out, my trainer said, “when you’re excused, honey, that means you come out of the ring…”
And I said (in the way that an eight year old has), “No. That’s not right. When you’re excused that means you don’t need to do the hunter circle anymore!”