My sisters had horses, but actually I am not a lover of horses at all. I did learn to ride, but never thought of it as an enjoyable activity.
It didn't help that the horse we had longest was a 16 hander who disliked men. He was smart enough not to try to really hurt anyone, but craftily nasty. If he could get you where he he could casually pin you against a fence by leaning, he;d do it and pretend not to notice that you were stuck and finding it hard to breathe. When I rode him, he'd swerve for low hanging branches. He'd never do either of those things to my sisters.
These things didn't endear me to the idea of riding. That and shoveling the mountains of poop he'd produce daily. No, I am no lover of horses :-)