<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595728436204248250</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:24:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories about horses and me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09352918226273473231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595728436204248250.post-8800326353199944243</id><published>2009-05-20T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:25:20.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. My first trot with a horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My first trot with a horse was with the same horse with whom my &lt;a href="http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-my-first-ride-with-horse.html"&gt;first walk&lt;/a&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;One day when me and my friend went again to this horse stable, where we went by this time almost every day, I fought that I would like to try trot.&lt;br /&gt;Again like the first time and for now the only time, when I rode with a horse, I had short pants on. Wasn't I smart or what? Well actually it didn't really matter that much, because my first trot was quite short one.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a horse, my coach walked me with a lunge. I was holding from the saddle and then it came. My coach made the horse to trot. O my god. It was so awful. I troted like few circles and that was it. I walked a little bit more and that was enough for this day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how long it took before I started to trot again. No, sorry, I can't say before I started to trot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, because I had troted only once. So when some time had passed, I decided that I want to learn how to trot. It was not a long way, but it took some time. And it happened with another horse, who was very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595728436204248250-8800326353199944243?l=wanonymity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/feeds/8800326353199944243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-my-first-trot-with-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default/8800326353199944243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default/8800326353199944243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-my-first-trot-with-horse.html' title='3. My first trot with a horse'/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09352918226273473231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595728436204248250.post-157669420909646313</id><published>2009-05-20T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:11:08.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. My first ride with a horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It took some great time before I dared to sat on a horse. But that day came. I don't remember exactly how long it took, but I think two or three months.&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing short pants, that wasn't a good idea of course. But I just walked with the horse, so it didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to sat on a horse. It was a brown horse who was a mare. She was about 8-10 years old then. Of course I wasn't riding the horse by myself, my friend was walking me around.&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange. It was so shaky. It was about eleven years ago and I can still remember it. And again, I was so scared, but later on I was even more scared.&lt;br /&gt;So we walked few circles. I was holding on to the saddle all the time. At least I didn't fell off or something else like that. I know some people, who have fallen down on the first time when they were on a horse saddle. I even heard one of that story today. And I laughed, I laughed so much of that story. She didn't just fall down from the horse, but she just slided with the saddle on horses side and it took some time. But back to me.&lt;br /&gt;After those circles my friend decided to leave me. Everybody left me. I was walking alone with this horse. And that was the later on, when I was even more scared. It was my first time on a horse and they all left me.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily nothing happened. I have known some horses who has used that someone is scared on them and they have thrown them down. But I guess this horse was a good horse, because she didn't throw me down.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595728436204248250-157669420909646313?l=wanonymity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/feeds/157669420909646313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-my-first-ride-with-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default/157669420909646313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default/157669420909646313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-my-first-ride-with-horse.html' title='2. My first ride with a horse'/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09352918226273473231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595728436204248250.post-912970066344508956</id><published>2009-05-20T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:08:28.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1. My first visit to a horse stable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The first time I visited a horse stable was when I was about 12 years old. My very good friend asked me if I want to go with her to the horse stable. I didn't, but she was able to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The stable was about 2-4 kilometers from our homes and it was in a forest (maybe because of that I'm loving nature so much right now).&lt;br /&gt;First thing that I saw when we arrived was a paddock. Horses were in it. They were sooo big.&lt;br /&gt;Second thing that I remember was that there were four dogs. Two of them were loose and two of them were chained. They were all so scary, especially one of them who was chained. I will write about them later on.&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly then on this first day me and my friend, we brushed some horses. I was so scared. They were so big and the cubicles seemed to be so smalls. We always brushed them (at the beginning) so that I was on this side of horse where the cubicles door was :D Brushing the back side of a horse was too much for me at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;My friend rode with a horse too. I could have done that too, but of course I was too afraid.&lt;br /&gt;This was a nice day for me. I saw a horse and horses, many horses, many different size and color horses for the first time of my life. I was amazed. I started loving them at once, even though I was (and I still am) afraid of them. Don't get me the wrong way, at the beginning I was really afraid of them. Later on I wasn't so afraid of them. Maybe the word afraid isn't the best. I was cautious and little bit of afraid. After all, they are very big and smart animals, luckily for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595728436204248250-912970066344508956?l=wanonymity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/feeds/912970066344508956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-my-first-visit-to-horse-stable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default/912970066344508956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595728436204248250/posts/default/912970066344508956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanonymity.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-my-first-visit-to-horse-stable.html' title='1. 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