Go, Mum!’ I screamed. Standing on the fence, I cheered for my mum Trish, then 30, from the sidelines.
Aged three, I watched as Mum sped around the circuit on her horse, Bonnie, before crossing the finish line.
She dominated the women’s barrel racing events – where riders make a series of sharp turns around three barrels. My dad Dave, then 36, had once enjoyed competing in bull riding.
Growing up in Sydney’s Frenchs Forest, Dad loved surfing – but somehow he ended up a cowboy.
Aged three, Mum put
