Oak Brook

I think I was born wanting a horse. We lived in a suburb of Chicago and were decidedly middle class, so owning a horse of my own was out of the question. Thankfully, my Mom, who was from Denver originally, had had a polo playing boyfriend who taught her, so the idea of her child riding wasn't out of the question. I begged and begged for lessons and finally at age six she enrolled me at Keith Line Stables. Lord, I think there must have been twenty horses in that indoor for each lesson, just crazy. I was there for about a year and then we switched to a riding school in Oak Brook. Once a week lessons don't a rider make as this stylized photo attests. But I lived for that that one hour on a horse each week.