My Day At The Fair

One week before I was due to show my horse Bender in the county fair, my horse and I were practicing in the pasture when Bender accidentally stepped on a large rock, and stumbled. The next day, Bender was limping. A horse who limps in a show will be disqualified. Optimism instantly had to become a priority of mine if I wanted to heal Bender. I took special care of my horse, and stayed extremely optimistic that we would be able to compete in the upcoming county fair. This optimistic view of my horse's lameness lifted my spirits, and convinced me not to throw in the towel. The day before the fair, Bender had not limped once, so we were able to compete, and we did exceptionally well. Optimism should be a priority because it inspires, brings

I watched as the flashes of orange lights from cars raced past me through the city, and knew there were no signs of any possibilities that there would be a place to keep a horse. I lived in northern Virginia near Washington D.C., where the city was filled with gigantic, tall office buildings with gray and gloomy windows. I could smell the gasoline and smoke coming from the cars’ exhaust. I felt the cool breeze as cars whipped past me, and the air tasted like millions of littered cigarettes on the side of the road. However, there were some horse stables, but they were far away, and the payment required for horseback riding lessons was a ridiculously large price. Of course, that never stopped me from continuously asking

It was a warm mid-september day and I was preparing to go horseback riding for the very first time. I was celebrating my bestfriend’s birthday with her family and a couple other friends. On the ride over you could feel the jitters in the air and the excitement to try something new. We arrived to Bobby’s Ranch in Westford MA and settled on petting some of the other animals. It was all very bizarre, almost movie-like. We joked around about rookie mistakes and wondered how many of us were going to fall under it’s trap. The ride was scheduled to be an hour long, through the woods and in an orderly fashion. I got on top of a platform and was instructed on how to get up on the saddle and how to use the reins to guide the horse. The birthday girl

After a long period, the advertisers make their advertisements’s implication desalting so that the audiences become easier to accept. But the viewers still feel the goods and brand information and accept the advertising stimulation. Especially, this method efficiently works in the medical commercials. In the Humira commercial called “ A Day at the Fair” , there is a pretty youthful blond female at a fair to talk about her Ulcerative Colitis( UC ) and everything in her daily life which cause it to fortuitously flare-up. Before she talked to her doctor, she thinks that all the anguish from UC flareup is normal. After using Humira, the young woman restarts to have a care-free day and be free of her issues caused by Ulcerative Colitis. Since Humira need to put all the information about the brand, the product and the UC to attract people and help them easily understand , the commercial primarily employs both iconic and indexical sign (mode) to represent the symptoms and inconvenience of owning Ulcerative Colitis via indirectly showing what they are, at the same time, the use of different arrangements connotes the meanings and emotions linked with the conditions, to express that using Humira to treat the Ulcerative Colitis will never go wrong for people who are worry about the UC.

I signed up for the 4-H club, Rough Ridin’ City Slickers, and the 4-H Horse and Pony Project right away, in September of 2007. Beyond ecstatic didn’t even describe it, I was about to compete in my first 4-H horse show. I walked Tip in the arena and lined up facing the judges. Before I knew what happened, I stood up with a mouthful of mud; Tip dragged me across the arena. With a clenched jaw, I snatched the lead-line and marched myself and Tip back to the line-up facing the judge. As she gave me the nod to begin, I gripped the lead-line and advanced towards her.As she told me to trot off, the corners of my mouth slid upward. Despite being drug across the arena, we finished with a First Place ribbon in the class. Following that class, I tacked Tip up for the gymkhana portion of the day. Finishing the day with all first place ribbons, it was set in stone that I was meant to be a barrel

¨Hopefully I get a midget horse¨ I thought as we pulled into the ranch. As I opened the car door, I heard the thunderous THUMP THUMP of horses hooves. ¨Oh God¨ I thought as my stomach turned into a knotted ball. Soon we were greeted by one of the ranch hands and were taken to a dinky shed to get suited up and sign waivers. Then came saddling time. We were taken to the horse pen where we were greeted by the stench of horse manure. I spied out a smaller horse around five to six feet tall and hoped to get that one as my horse. Shure enough my grandma got that horse as she is the shortest. I spied out yet another horse on the shorter side and hoped to get that one. My turn to get saddled came next and sure enough, with my luck, I get the second

It was just another beautiful day at the stables. I was 10 years old at the time. My younger sister Kelsey and I were scheduled to have our usual horse riding lesson that day. However, we were completely unaware that our ordinary afternoon would soon take a turn towards disaster. The lesson started with us warming up and taking turns going over a series of jumps. But in an instant, Kelsey’s horse spooked and suddenly my 6 year old sister was desperately clinging to a 1,000 pound mare that was galloping out of control. I watched the flurry of hoofs and sand in shock as my sister clung to the mane that clearly could not support her weight. Time seemed to slow down in that moment as I helplessly watched her slide from the saddle, to the front

When I was twelve years old, I learned that horses do not like me. My friend Molly and I went to Camp Ernst the summer before seventh grade during Christmas in July week. We didn’t know anyone else there, so we got stuck in a cabin with a bunch of snobby Milford girls. Molly really wanted to do the horse camp, so I did it too because I didn’t want to be alone with the other girls. I wasn’t really into horses but Molly was so I decided to take one for the team.

Going to the State Fair crowded with people, walking around for hours, and on a hot day does not sound like a fun day to me. Boy, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Although the drive was not fun, considering I just had shoulder surgery 6 days prior, it was an overall fun time.

Mike Clark started riding horses when he was a young boy. His father was working the fields with the tremendously powerful draft horses Mike would ride on their backs. Ever since then he had wanted his own horse for riding. It was an ordinary day in 3rd grade for Mike Clark. He had been in Mrs.Kruschels class learning away. The school day was completely normal everything just as it usually was learning all the subjects, but of course he was thinking about horses and how he would love his own. The end of the school day came fast. Next thing he knows he’s on the bus on his way home ready to make that exhausting one mile walk home, but to his surprise his mom was waiting for him when he got off the bus. He hopped in the old Chevy pickup, as he and his mom were headed home to their beautiful farm; the only thing on his mind was to get something to fill his stomach as soon as they got out of the old pickup he started to run for the house.

Ever since I can remember, I have always loved horses. At one point in my life I thought that I would have a career that involved animals, well one animal in particular, horses. I would probably be a horse trainer. So when I got older I was more than happy to find out that I could spend time with them by volunteering. The first time that I volunteered, I was fourteen years old, and I had found a great program that dealt with disabled children called HorseSense. I have always liked to help people, and not to mention, I would be able to be around one of my favorite animals in the world, horses. This was my very first time with any real responsibility, where I would be held accountable for my actions.

My Uncle Bob lives on a horse ranch in a small town in southern Wyoming. Seldom do we visit our family out west, but for a couple weeks the summer I turned seven, we did. This was the first time I had been to my Uncle’s horse ranch ever since I was about four months old. When we visited before I was too young to ride them, so this was a whole new experience for me. I was fascinated with horses even though I had never been around one. I had seen pictures of horses and watched movies about horses, but I had never in my life ridden a horse or been close to one. Throughout our visit it was rainy almost everyday, but one day when I peeked through the blinds the sun was shining. I grabbed my aunt, my uncle and my cousins and told them that now was our chance to ride.

Throughout my life I have lived and breathed with horses. They are a part of me and I wouldn’t be myself without them, but it wasn’t until I got my horse Brush that I fully formed a unified connection with them. Some family friends had recently had a couple of colts born and let me take one home so I could begin training them. There was three different horses that I could choose from, but only one connected to me. His name was Brush. Looking back I never would have thought we would have the relationship we have now.

With that motivation and my determination, I picked up some barrel racing tips from friends who knew some about the sport, and competed in my first competition at the age of 24. A couple years went by and I started training horses for other people and giving riding lessons to both childrend and adults. The most rewarding part of teaching, was seeing the kids grow and learn from their time and experiences with the horse. They not only learned how to ride, but more importantly, the horses taught them things they will take with them through life like responsibility, love, respect, trust, forgivness teamwork, and humbleness. I watched as they became more confident in themselves and who they were as individuals. Having been blessed with many wonderful experiences, I knew there would always be more. What I didn't realize is how much this one paticular horse would change everything I thought I knew. Shockem, has done just that! Along with patience, she has shown me how quickly the wrong signals being given can effect how much work and time I have to put into her training, how truly forgiving she is, and the willingness she has to please even after mistakes are

Cock-a-doodle-dooo! Is what the rooster said when I had first stepped inside of the poultry barn at the Wisconsin Valley Fair. For as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to show something at the fair, and my mind was set, after firmly debating about pigs, I would be showing chickens.