Before the ribbons and the championship coolers, there was a face-painted five-year-old at Sunrock Farm in the summer of 2012, meeting ponies for the first time and refusing to leave.
The next few summers tell the story frame by frame: a tiny rider dwarfed by a patient black horse, first trots through the arena dust, hoof-paint chores, grooming a cross-tied gelding taller than she was, and lessons on a mare named Bella. The horses were always bigger than she was. It never once seemed to occur to her.
By pony camp in 2015 the grin had a gap in it and the seat was getting confident. Everything that came later — the show mornings, the blue ribbons, SiSi — started exactly here.










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