I know what it’s like to be eligible for a senior discount while still feeling like a horse-crazy kid. The paradox never fails to mystify know what it’s like to be eligible for a senior discount while still me. It doesn’t seem so long ago that I learned to ride on a sweet and gentle Thoroughbred gelding named Henry. I was 8 years old, and the year was 1969.
I’ve enjoyed a lifelong passion for horses. I often wonder how I’d feel about aging if I didn’t have a barn to clean, troughs to scrub, and three of my own horses to brush and fuss over. My guess is that I’d be looking around my house saying, “Now what?” Instead, happily, my plans for this afternoon center around looking for a saddle to fit my new Haflinger.
Still, I’ll admit, I occasionally contemplate the million-dollar question: How old is too old to continue with my horse passion? I’ve asked my co-workers and, of course, my horse buddies. And this is where it got pretty interesting. The answer, I discovered, depended more on
