My first pony was a welsh pony Westwood Lilly but I only knew her as Lilly- whenever I talk about her I choke up. She took amazing care of me. She was my baby sitter. I was 2 years old when she came into my life. My mother is a professional equestrian & she trusted Lilly so much so that I was set loose with her. I spent most of my childhood on or below Lilly she never took a false step.

I grew up on a farm at the edge of my grandparents larger farm. I would often go out in the woods & intentionally get lost & then let go of the lead rope on her neck & she would pick the path back. One of our favorite games was herding ground hogs. AllĀ  this was done in halter and in shorts.

by Lyn Clifford