So because my boots are continuing to collect dust due to 'adulting' requirements and not enough time in the day, I was recently inspired to do a brief post regarding the fine line between fear and freedom. Although I was never a complete wild child, I certainly felt as though I was much more invincible than I am now. I began riding at the age of 9, and my third time on a horse I was cantering bareback over jumps made out of lawn chairs and 2x6's on my best friends driveway. I was fearless, balanced, and dare I say - perhaps a little talented. Winter came and it all ended due to the weather. However, that Christmas I received a booklet of riding lessons at the local stables, and I was hooked. I still remember nearly every moment of my first lesson, and though I was nervous I still gritted my teeth and loved every minute of it. bb Kidd As time passed I had the privileged of riding many wonderful horses, I progressed through Pony Club and co...