I grew up with horses - my cousin went through quite a few before she discovered cars and boys. And then the neighbor owned registered cutting horses. So I rode two of his (he wouldn't let me ride the stud even with me begging - Dooley was a gorgeous sorrel). I was never in a position where I could have my own, and unfortunately I'm still not.
But now I'm in a county where I'm surrounded by gorgeous horse flesh but no one will even let me come muck stalls. Miss my hometown, people were a lot nicer there. If I could just spend some time at a stable ... trade hard work for riding ... *sighs*