How I meet polo…How I met polo…When I was 7 yrs old; my mom drove my sister and me to Florida. A truck and trailer pulling 2 show jumpers and a big moving tuck, took us to our new horse farm in Wellington, FL.
Wellington was a wild world, alligators, dirt roads, four wheelers, and no paved roads. You probably think I’m 80 years old speaking this way, but I swear I am under 30 yrs old.
Wellington was wilderness, even Miami, Fl. was a new city in 1990, fairly underdeveloped with room to grow!
That friends is a true story, but not how I met polo…