Omg, this could have been written about me! I begged my parents for years too! They, too, finally took me to a place near Darien, around I55 and East of Lemont road. @LifeofRubie is probably the only one here that might know the area.I'm about 10 years kid here I think. I was in heaven because I got to take riding lessons after begging for years for a horse. It was the best my parents could do since they knew nothing about horses. They thought I'd "outgrow" my horse crazyness, but they were wrong about that. This was a thoroughbred jumper named Sedgwick
Years later, the club was gone
It always made me sad whenever I drove by and saw all that concrete. Ever since I was a kid I've hated seeing "progress" pushing the stables further and further away.



It was totally foreign to them - I have zero family or extended family that was ever remotely interested in horses.














