A boy and his horse

Myself and Little on my parents' farm, during the carefree summer of '77, shortly after Little entered my life and became a major influence in it. (The story of how we met is too long to include here; anybody who is foolish enough to ask me after a couple of beers can hear it). He was fresh off the track, I had been riding for a couple of months, and the two of us were learning to jump. I think we make an interesting fashion statement here, although I don't expect any modelling offers from Millers. Twenty-some years later, he's retired, but I'm still riding and don't look much better (although I do wear a helmet more often).

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