Glasseyes, 1972

I'm 10 here, riding Glasseyes at a local livery stable. There were no lessons (as should be evident from my rein-handling and the woeful lack of a helmet!). I was just plopped on the pony and sent into a field. Before Glasseyes there was a scary black pony named Molly who ran away with me and dumped me a few times. Glasseyes was more compliant, and I loved her completely.