Growing up in Blandford, NS, Cheryl had the horse bug from the start. “My uncles in New Brunswick had draught horses. We used to go up and visit in the summer and I was always asking if I could ride them and brush them. They never let me on them, but I was constantly in the barn while I was there.”

The keen youngster started taking lessons at a local stable; the same year, her grandmother bought her Choice, the Thoroughbred lesson horse she had been riding. She was 13, he was three. “A green rider and a green horse. Looking back on it now, it was insane,” said Cheryl. It got a bit crazier when they began entering low-level horse trials. “He did all right, but sometimes on the cross-country I would end up on the ground. Later we found out that he was blind – he had uveal cysts and depending on the size of his pupils and the amount of light, they would block his vision.”

Not surprisingly, Cheryl became less enthused about the thrill of eventing and began to find dressage a bit more appealing. “To be honest, I had fallen off so many times due to my horse’s eye problem that I started disliking the “adrenaline” part!”

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