Why it's a sport

A brief overview

When you hear the phrase 'horseback riding', what do you automaticaly assume? Do you picture rolling hills, and big bulky western saddles? Do you see the rodeo and wild mustangs? Well, that's not what I see. I see connecting with a horse and being part of a single unit, while at the same time, being different. I see a crisp fall day, spent galloping over a cross-country course, and hurtling myself over jumps. I see practicing centerlines before I knew my right's and left's. I see a sport and an art form. I see something that you could not possibly understand, unless you tried it yourself.
There is famous quote that says,

" Do you give the horse its strength or cloth its neck with a flowing mane?

Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?

He paused fiercely, rejoicing in his strength and charges into the fray.

He laughs at fear, agreed of nothing.

He does not shy away from the sword.

The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance.

In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground.

He can not stand still when the trumpet sounds."