I have loved horses all my life. My parents were born in 1911 and 1912 and farmed and traveled via horse power. One of my uncle's draft horses was still alive when I was little. Occasionally my cousins and I would be walked around on that great horse. It was rather like doing the splits.... One of my father's brothers was a horse whisperer. People with unmanageable horses would bring them to my uncle from miles around. My second memory of a horse was when we visited that uncle's farm - I suppose I was 3 or 4 years old. The adults were visiting and discovered that I had disappeared. They knew my attraction to horses which caused my uncle to panic and run with my father to the barn. He had a new horse that would attack him if he came anywhere near the animal. They found me in the feed trough, hand feeding that horse grass and hay... The moment the men came near the horse laid back his ears and went into attack mode toward them.... The horse had obviously been abused by men but not by three-year-old little girls. I had to climb down on my own as they were afraid if they came too close the horse might injure me in the process. I begged for a horse and finally when I was about 7 that same uncle loaned a 21-year-old Sheltland pony to our family. Now that pony had been ridded by every child in the county and had learned every trick in the book. When Champ got tired of being ridden he would lie down and roll, saddle and all.... I loved and lived on that pony, usually riding bare-back as fast as we could go. He never really intended to hurt a child, but was very good at threatening if he could get away with it. I could run and jump on his back from behind and sit under his belly while he grazed. I was also bucked off repeatedly when we found some windfall apples that he did not want to leave. My uncle then loaned us a saddle horse that was the tallest horse I ever encountered (with the exception of the huge draft horses ). During the cold warin 1957 NORAD - North American Aerospace Defense Command was established by the U.S. and Canada as a protection against missiles and jets launched from the Soviet Union. ( Yes, Canada the great nation, not Agent Orange's 51st state. ) In order to test the system jets were flown at very low levels over American states ( this was Iowa ) to see if they could avoid detection. They flew so low that they would rise to go over groves or our school. You could not hear these jet until they were past you. Perhaps you can see where this is going.... Buck and I were minding our own business on the road near our farm when one of these jets flew by about 50 feet away. That was the fastest I have ever ridden a horse. I had absolutely no control and he had legs that were as tall than I was. I leaned forward, held his mane and dismounted when we were in his stall. We could have won the Kentucky Derby easily!! My parents finally acknowledged that my love of horses was not a fleeting fancy and had my uncle breed a horse for me to keep. I was about 9 or 10 - she was a golden palomino ( part quarter horse part Welsh ) so in my infinite young wisdom I named her Golden Girl. She was only a yearling when we got her so she was my pet before we could actually ride her. She hated the saddle and objected appropriately, but by the time my father climbed aboard her the first time she simply looked around at him and asked "what are you doing up there?" I loved that horse!!! She was a natural cutting horse so sometimes for our amusement I would loosen the reins, give her her head, and let her remove a particular steer from our herd all on her own. She was my mental health therapist. I cried and talked to her more than to any human being. We bred her twice to an Arabian stallion and eventually sold the beautiful colts as parade horses. I survived my childhood because of horses!!! This is How Horses Shaped my Human History................................ If you like archeology and palenontology you will love this book. I was hoping for a little more history of recent events, for example the Godolphin Arabian. My favorite portion of the book dealt with the Native American ( North, Central and South ) horse culture. Recommend if you are as crazy about horses as I am. Kristi & Abby Tabby Childless Cat Lady