Article January 17, 2011 Issue

Lovable Windy and me

By Tori Raine

About three and a half years ago, after I’d been taking riding lessons for a while, I really wanted my own horse. 

But my parents didn’t agree it was the right time to have one. 

My aunt called my parents and told them about a retired racehorse that she absolutely loved. She told them that her friend was interested in finding a good home for that horse. His name? Windward Passage. My aunt’s friend, however, didn’t want to give the horse to just anyone. He wanted the horse to go to a young rider because the horse was so gentle and calm. When my aunt and my cousin heard this, they’d immediately thought of me. 