I've wondered about how a horse feels about being ridden. I was six years old when I road my first and last horse. His name was Stinker he nearly threw me off and I was convinced I did not like him anymore than he liked me. The truth is I was heartbroken because I loved horses and Stinker psyched me out and made me think or imagine what a horses perspective was. I imagined they all want to run wild and free plus I decided I didn't want to risk my neck or be cruel to a horse for a joyride. PS I am only a part time Vegan. I also wonder if you felt deceived by your dad because he spoiled you and then no longer had the means to keep up your expensive sport?