As a child, my family would go to visit our great great grandparents who lived on Cemetery Road in Rogers.  We made frequent trips to Bella Vista for horseback riding and swimming.   As a child, I was "horse crazy' (and still am) .  In the beginning, I always rode a sweet gray pony named Blue.  After several trail rides on Blue I was determined to ride a horse.  By this time the stable manager knew us well and he told my mom he had a nice little quarter horse I could ride.  As a very indignant and precocious  6 year old, I informed him that I did not want a 1/4 horse I wanted a whole horse. Thus was the beginning of my days of riding Sugarfoot ( my whole horse). 

There was  day when we arrived and Sugarfoot was available, but he was already saddled with an adult saddle.  The man whom I liked was not there and the other stable hand refused to take the time to change the saddles.  I was heartbroken, but I was much to small for the large saddle,  especially riding the hilly trails at BV.  We were driving out the lane when the "nice" man came up the road in his pick up.  He recognized our car and stopped to see what was going on.  After listening to our dilemma, he had us return to the barn where he changed Sugar foot's saddle and I had a wonderful ride.  He was my hero!