Luck-Personal Narrative

I have been tossing up two ideas for my main focus. They are, teaching the readers about horses and showing the bond my sister has created with her horse. I am leaning more towards showing the bond, because it is a beautiful thing. I hope to provide readers with a first person look into this experience. I will provide this with dialogue between my sister and I, and through my own interactions with the horses.

Although, Straight Line was hurt, I refused to give up, I endlessly searched to locate a replacement horse. Thus came Princess, a buckskin mare that I borrowed from an acquaintance of my sisters. My mother and I traveled to Goodland for a little test run and at the end of the day we hauled her home. Thrilled is not a word I would use to describe the idea of running on her, but what choice did I have. I needed a horse, any horse to ride at the finals, since Straight Line was no longer able to run. Princess and my personalities clashed, there is only room for one princess and I already occupied that position. Trust me when I say that typically mares have bigger attitudes, than most teenage girls. Even though, I gave it my best shot, considering my situation, we just could not find a rhythm together. Despite of my efforts, I knew it was going to be a long week as I unsaddled her after the worst practice that I had ever had. Consequently, I remember walking to the barn from the arena and feeling the blood run down my leg from clobbering the barrels. I had bruises, all up and down my legs, from plowing into barrels during our one and only practice. Finals were approaching fast and I could

In March 2010, my parents decided to find another horse for me to ride. I was no longer going to Bunker Hills and I started to ride my dad’s friends horse. My dad friend ran out of time to do lessons with me. I was not able to ride. When March came my parents went horse searching to find a horse I could ride. They finally came across this sweet horse named Lucie and that month I started doing lessons on her. This horse was so special to me, I treated like she was mine and only mine. She was in away my parents leased her.

Morgan had not a clue how to ride the four legged real barn animal. She was very comfortable with pretending that she was the best competitor in the world with her plastic barn animals. We stepped into the barn where you can see stall after stall of neutral colored horses. My horse, Austin, was black, and a little undersized, and perfect for a beginner. She couldn’t wait any longer, so as soon she got on the horse, she told me It felt natural, she wasn’t scared. It did not take her very long to learn how to steer the majestic earthly creature. The more she coiled around the barn the wider her smile got. After a while she settled getting her own trainor.

Luck was interesting because it presents in four formats. I do not have good luck. I have been in raffles and I remember winning once and that happen because I bought all the tickets. The chapter Luck reminded me of "The lottery". The lottery was a piece that I read in English 101B. It talks about people having a lottery that no one wanted to win. They didn't want to win the lottery because the person that won the lottery was going to be murder by the other participants. The purpose of the lottery was to excuse murder. I guess that luck is just another way to excuse people from their bad behavior. How can we really determine if someone is under some type of control that limits their choice? And if we new a person was under control, how can

The night my mom told my trainer that I was quitting was the night that I shed the most tears because the things I didn’t want to say out loud were all becoming a reality. My conflicting emotions got the best of me, and though I tried to hold my tears in, my lip was trembling to hard and I couldn’t hold it back. I was going to miss the horse I rode, Excalibur. He was an old man, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Though he was twenty-eight he acted like he was five and could blaze through a hunter course a million times without batting an eye. His owner, Kat, had really enjoyed watching us work together because she believed we had a great bond with each other. I understood him, and likewise he understood me. After that day, I spent the next few chilly, early fall Wednesday nights at the barn working hard and wistfully remembering the days when I could enjoy this activity without feeling so stressed. I had no problem making these last moments at the barn the best they could be, and on the Wednesday night before the show we rode our hunter course perfectly. Kat posted a video of our spectacular performance on Flickr. I felt ready to knock it out of the park on Saturday, but no one, including me, knew of the mediocre job I would do on the big

Since I was five, I have had a passion for horses and interacting with them. When I was younger, my parents gave me an array of dolls and horse figurines to entertain myself. I always used to ignore the dolls and play with horse figurines. Luckily, my older sister loved dolls so she just sneakily stole the dolls away from me one by one while I played with my horse figurines for hours. I have always admired the strength, beauty and power of horses. My interest in horses has caused me to search through websites and books for new ways to connect with them and finally after hours of searching; I finally found my calling.

Tyler rose from the wooden pew he’d been sitting on. He could still feel a few tears pricking at his eyes, and he wiped them as he exited the church.

After what seemed like a long day, Ryder was finally given time to himself. Of course, it wasn’t a lot of time because birthday insured cake and ice cream time, but Ryder was able to unwind from all the stress built up from this special day. He was sitting at his desk, pressed up against the wall under the window that looked out at the front of his house, and he had his light on- only giving so much light in the room. The sun was coming down too, which Ryder thought was the perfect opportunity to write in his journal.

"I have the tracking skills of a dog, Alek. I can probably find any animal in the entire forest." She pulled off her sweater and handed it to me. For someone who looked so small and fragile, she was actually extremely tough. Her shirt was tight and the sleeves didn't stop until they reached her elbow. "Wake up the other two while I'm gone. It's about seven in the morning. Tell them where I went. Ask Kate to do the laundry. I'll be back in an hour."

My coach announced to the team, “You all have come so far, great job, everyone!” As I entered the arena, my mind went into it’s own world. Ever since I was five, I’ve had a love for horses. Riding horses have become a passion for me and I knew I wanted to join my high school's equestrian team when I got older. I remembered the day clearly in 2016 when we won states, it was a once in a lifetime experience that showed me that hard work pays off.

“Well, dammit all to hell and Goldview, Texas, anyway,” Brandon Masters whispered under his breath. Not that there was anyone around to hear him, even if he’d shouted to the high heavens. He looked up and down the lonely stretch of highway. So close and yet so far, with nothing but his dead cell phone to keep him company. The way he saw the situation…he could suck it up and walk to town—or, he could wait around for the carrion feeders to discover his dried up, shriveled carcass at the side of the road. Ick.

This summer I went to shakalaka. We.We traveled to Huntsville to get there.There was A lot of different games to qualify for as in doge ball,basketball,ect. One of my favorites was the Game where you walked across a rope and try to make it to the other side.It was super fun.My cousins and i went together.we loved it!Not only was it just the kids,their dad got on the trampolines with us.He spotted us in back flips,and let me and Peyton jump off his shoulders and do a flip.We didn't know we were going to get to go,because i was at their house and there parents told us to get ready and get in the car.We asked them where we were going,but they said its a surprise.When we pulled up we started screaming!We were so excited!Peyton and I have been

For as long as I can remember I have been around horses, in some way or another. I have seen countless pictures of me growing up sitting on a huge horse, saddle, western boots, hat, the whole nine yards. Around the age of ten, my family sold the horses and said it was time to move on, they were too expensive, especially when no one was riding. I remember thinking how sad I was, because I was still deeply in love with one of the horse’s names Giddgett. She

After learning how to saddle the horse, I hopped on. My neighbor rode his horse nearby me. He explained how to steer the reigns, and how to communicate with the horse. Like saddling the horse, there were many steps in communicating with the horse. Both the horse and myself became confused, and eventually frustrated. I thought that I told the horse to go right, but the horse thought I meant to turn in circles. After much practice, my horse and myself became in