I was only 5 years old when my dad put me on a horse for the first time. And it wasn’t one of those little ponies either. It was a majestic thoroughbred, sleek and powerful. I remember feeling both exhilarated and terrified as I sat on the saddle atop this giant, my tiny hands clutching the reins tightly. My dad often took me to the horseraces where he once rode as a young jockey. He led the horse around a paddock surrounded by people who…