My Horse-Personal Narrative

Within a couple minutes the idea of the horse’s hind legs giving a nice kick, my balance

Some people think of them as animals. Some people think of them as objects. Some people think of them as friends. Then there are the few who think of them as family. Horses have always been like family to humans, except sometimes closer. There are many benefits to owning or being around horses. They come in many different colors. There is a multitude of breeds, also. Additionally, they have a long history with humans. Horses have unique behaviors. Showing horses has been the past-time or even career of many people. Furthermore, caring for horses can be a handful, but is definitely rewarding. Finally, riding horses is not just a hobby or a sport, but an action of your heart. Horses are wondrous creatures that have lived with man or

Everybody’s eyes were on me as if I was the only living thing for miles. Silence filled the air of the huge coliseum, so quiet that you could hear breathes of each individual. There were hundreds of people sitting in the stands. Even better there were thousands of people watching on the live web cam. It was a cool October morning, and the sun was shining brightly. I woke up and could hear the birds chirping, like they were sending me a sign that it was going to be a great day. The sun was not strong enough to beat the brisk air which was blowing. I had not slept well that night, nor any night that week actually. After all I was about to be showing at the largest single breed horse show in the world, the Quarter Horse Congress. I had been practicing that entire year for this very moment. I literally suffered through blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing in the entire world could stop me at this point. Even if there was a zombie apocalypse, I would slay them all just to have this very

The thundering sound of hooves echoes in my ears as my horse comes barreling down the hill toward me. My whistle had caused him to go crashing through the tall grass and Queen Ann’s Lace in search of me once again. Coming to a sliding stop in front of me, I gently stroke his muzzle. Letting my hands glide over his fuzzy neck and into his jet black mane, I grab ahold and throw myself onto his strong back. We go running through the pasture, scattering wild rabbits and sending sparrows a flight. I watch them fly overhead, their brown wings leading them to rest in the big oak tree that my horse and I come to a halt underneath.

Training horses for myself and others is not only a hobby for me, it is the main source of my collage fundraising. I have a desire to work with horses, exposing them to a whole array of experiences to make them broke enough to put kids, inexperienced riders, or top hands on. Living on a ranch gives me a unique chance to introduce a young horse to mountains, cows, tall brush, and branding pens. I also go to many 4-H riding practices and shows, where my horses are presented to large groups of unfamiliar equine’s as well as the arena setting. My mother owns a Ranching Heritage eligible horse that she would love to start showing, and being chosen for this program would be a fantastic opportunity to show my own horse with her for years to come.

As I sat in the truck on the twelve mile ride I thought to myself this day has finally come I’m about to do what I’ve always wanted to. I didn’t know what to expect so I asked my cousin for a prep talk before the show. As we got closer and closer I got nervous and nervous, but I was ready. My cousin could tell I was nervous from all the moving and talking I was doing. Yay, we finally made it and its time to unload to horse and get them saddle up so this show can begin. With that being my first horse show I was proud of myself because I finish in 3rd place. To finally get the chance to do what I’ve being wishing to do forever made me feel like the happiest person in the

So I went down to the barn and saddled that horse right up. I should have known not to just jump on this big horse. He was acting very agitated throwing his head. Stomping his feet all over the place. I ignored all signs of turmoil and jumped on. When I got on I expected everything. But, nothing happened he just stood there like a perfectly tame horse. So I let my guard down loosened up my

I got my horse when I was twelve for my golden birthday. Before I took my horse home, I went to where he currently was to learn how to ride and spend some time with him so we were both comfortable with each other. My first day there the woman I bought my horse from took me out to the pasture and told me to call his name, Kash. When Kash was the first of many horses to come up to the gate, I knew that he was going to be a great horse. Kash is a chestnut brown and his mane and tail are black, he has a white spot on his forehead and one of his ankles is completely white. The first of three days I did not ride Kash; however, I did groom him and repeatedly put on and took off his halter, bridle, and saddle. The purpose of this was for both Kash and I to get comfortable with each other and for me to learn how to do all these things since I had never been around a

When Tehani was 9 and I was 10 we where up our uncle's ranch chasing calfs. A calf got loose and it chased after Tehani. As she was watching the calf chase after her she turned to look back and WHAM!! she ran right into the bobwire fence. I imeadietly rode my horse to rope the calf. Tehani stood up and laughed like the sun. As she stood up she was red as a tomato. Her face and body was scratched and slightly bloody. I took the calf back and grabbed the horse. My horse was as tired as a bear in hibernation. So I saddled up my other horse like fast and furious and dashed off to Tehani and told her to take the horse back to the rach to go get cleanrd off. I stayed back to help my uncle with the rest of the calfs. That night Tehani and I rode

There is nothing like getting to the barn and being greeted by an animal that loves you more than anything. The bond between my horse and me is something that can never be broken; we have a connection that no one else understands, only us. Horses are not just pets; they are a shoulder to cry on, a family member, and most importantly a best friend who is there for you no matter what.

It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon on November 30th 2013 when my mom found me outside doing chores.

Once upon a time, there was a forest in which four best friends lived: a horse, a cow, a sheep, and a rabbit. They played with each other, lived together, and ate together. They bonded with each other well. The horse was powerful and intelligent and the cow was wise and helpful. The sheep was energetic and smart and the rabbit was small but active. The always helped each other if anybody had a dilemma.

Ever since I was three years old, I’ve been completely obsessed with horses. No warnings of, “Horse are dangerous!” or “You aren’t mature enough!” could keep my toddler self from pleading for riding lessons and spending all of my days dreaming of having a pony. When I turned five, I was finally allowed to do some training at a local barn and my whole world exploded with joy. I would come to learn, teach, volunteer, and work at this same barn for ten years. Over those years, I fell head over heels for this one gelding named Benny. He was an absolute mess, but oh how I loved him. When I say this horse was a handful, I’m certainly not exaggerating in the slightest. He feared his own shadow, took off galloping without warning, and if a butterfly

The acoustics of woodpeckers carving into the wood is like a jackhammer. Birds singing to the tune of Moonlight Sonata. The sacchariferous smell of fresh cut Pine trees and the angelic look of Mother Nature at her sanserif looks like the land of the Avatar. The steel horse was whiter than fresh snow in Alaska. The rest of the colors were as pretty as the American flag. The tires were as black as charcoal. The powertrain on the steel horse revved like the irascibility of a muscular rodeo bull in Texas. It was the first horse that I ever rode. When I first got on it I could feel the roar of the engine like I was riding a tiger in the jungle.

The grass blows in the cool breeze, but a chill is in the air, winter is coming. I stop and look around; the pristine white gates surround a lush green pasture still unaffected by the cold. Inside young foals dance to the winds music, playfully kicking and biting at each other, daring the other to a race. I turn toward the silhouette in the distance and spot bright eyes and pricked ears. A whinny reaches my ears and then another responds, it is breakfast time and the horses let me know it. They impatiently stomp their hooves and their warm breath glistens in the cold. I enter the warm barn, the rustle of straw and the sweet smell of these beautiful animals greets me. My day has just begun, but for a moment I pause and go down