Narrative Essay On Kansas State Fair

Today marks the day where the state fair comes to town and they released a new ride called “Erikson’s ride”

In the space of two years, Kristine Hewlett was thrown from her mare, Cher and broker her back both times. The accidents occurred while Hewlett was at her riding lesson on her mare, Cher when the horse suddenly spooked. After having such bad luck with her horse and both of her injuries Hewlett still vows to ride again. “She said, ‘I have thought long and hard about my future but I love horses and I want to carry on taking lessons.’”(Evans) Kristine Hewlett is so passionate about her love for horses that even after suffering not one but two broken back injuries she still vows to ride again. “But despite her second scare she has vowed to carry on riding.”(Evans) For most people one broken back would be enough to stop them from living their dreams but not Kristine Hewlett. Hewlett’s second broken back injury has made her even more determined to get back on and be successful. “Kristine Hewlett was flung from nine-year-old mare Cher in November and suffered a spinal fracture but she has vowed to ride again.”(Evans) Kristine Hewlett is very confident in her own ability to have a solid recovery and get back on. Though Kristine Hewlett has had her fair share of injustice she has overcome this injustice through passion, determination, and

The whole fire department arrived fifteen minutes later and after the fire was completely out the firemen told Anthony and Jay to go check on the girls. Kassady had two major burns on her leg and arm and Samantha had one major burn on her leg where her leg fell into the fire. The two girls hugged each other and then the boys hugged them. Anthony bought Samantha a giant teddy bear with get well soon written on it. When they got home, they had a meeting.

Horses are very much a social and many of the show horses are forced into small stalls without any social interactions with other horses or able to forage for hours like they would normally. Antonia J. Z. Henderson writes in her article states that, “Performance has tended to be a key indicator of a horse’s psychological health.” She also says that out of 1,750 competitive horses, 32% are dressage, 30.8% eventers, and 5% are endurance who are then put back in their stalls with no break from their “home.” When these athletic horses are forced inside tiny stalls they get bored like a little kid stuck in time out. The consequences to this boredom is wood chewing, cribbing, and pacing in the stall. A big downside to the these very active horses is ulcers inside the stomach. The easiest way to fix these boredom issues is being allowed to have a buddy to fix their social needs and allowing the horses to graze a couple of hours in the day. Most of the inhumane treatment is supposed to be the “best” thing for the horses in their show life, but is making their life worse. Imagine what makes you you being taken from you and you are left with nothing, but the leftovers. This feeling is what horses feel when they are put in a high demanding active lifestyle and treated inhumanely. Being able to hang with other horses and able to graze on grass will increase their performance from where it

Last summer I worked in the Credentials Office at the Illinois State Fair. Part of my job was to balance the accounts at the end of the day for all of the credentials, tickets, and lanyards sold. For a full month of my job we matched to the penny the balanced on what we sold compared to what people bought.

Welcome to my senior project portfolio. I was to learn about natural horsemanship skills and horse care by Mary Tyler, a volunteer coordinator at Sunrise Horse Rescue, who has dedicated about 11 years of her life to working with horses. It was easy asking Mary to be my mentor because I had volunteered at this rescue twice throughout high school. She would be mentoring me through the “Horsemanship and horse care world” accompanied by the horses that were sanctioned at Sunrise. Mary, having had plenty of horse work experience, took me under her wing and promised to show me as much basic knowledge that I needed to make this project successful.

My mom had an event, Heritage Horse Trials, that weekend and they allowed a ride a test the night before. They squeezed me in a spot and allowed me to do the test I was going to do at the makeover, training level test ////// even though this day was meant for eventers. Like the last show, I got there early and walked Arrow around the new area. This time they had flags lined around the dressage rings. Of course Arrows didn’t react and just wanted to eat grass. He wasn’t as good being tacked up as he was at Longview and I think it was to do with all the trailers driving around. As soon as I got on him he immediately went back to his normal self. I had to ride the large arena test in a small arena which made it twice as hard, but he handled that well also. We did the same test twice and scored a

In any session the horse’s well-being should be protected on any level. You should not take a horse into unfamiliar territory and not expect it to act in a different manner. Taffy had obviously been to the round pen before and was well aware what was inside the tall round structure. She was a good choice for the activity on both the horse and human part because she had already known what to expect so she would not freak out on the inexperienced horse people in the class if they chose to tackle the activity on their own. The horse was always in good watch by the experienced people in the class and was well taken care of in aspects of not being worked too hard during the activity.

“ Hey mom, im heading out to the track” said Marcus Fisher, a sophomore at Starsman High school. He has always had an interest in track and field. He found out that his Freshman year he was a very good four-hundred runner. He had hoped someday he could be state champion for his 2a school district.

As my sister Beth and I raced to get our tickets for the Hudsonville Fair, I saw the ride that we were heading to. It was the largest one there and I couldn’t wait to go on it. It was called Freak Out and I knew it was about to be my favorite one. After we received our yellow wristbands, we ran to get in line. As we approached, we saw there was no one else waiting. We ran through the vacant waiting area and went up the steps. After the man allowed us on, we waited a bit for other people to possibly join. I sat in my seat, hoping that no one else would come so it could just be us. Thankfully, no one did and the ride began. I swayed my legs in anticipation and finally, the ride began. As the momentum built up, I began to feel butterflies in

It was 7:30 a.m. on Saturday, September 19, 2015 and we just left the house for our trip to Iowa City. My dad, my brother Ryan, and I all loaded everything up in the truck and we got in and took off. We always go every year to a few Iowa Hawkeye football games. You could almost say it’s becoming a tradition.

I was at my nanas and papas lakehouse on a beautiful 4th of July day. On my way down to the lakefront, I saw this large, fatty, blue-gray bird setting on this old rotting wooden bench. I wanted to take a picture of the bird sitting on the bench. I took many pictures and every picture I got closer and closer to the bird. I was scared that it was going to fly at me if I keep getting closer to it, but it was chilling calmly looking at me.

Beads of sweat trickled down my neck and onto the collar of my previously immaculate white show-shirt. It was a beautiful spring day for a horseshow, not a cloud speckled the sky, not too hot nor too cold. Yet, I was feeling feverish with the nerves that twisted inside my stomach. I knew I had failed even before the announcer could declare the results of my flat class. Fifteen horses with riders on their backs stood in a line waiting to hear who would claim the blue ribbon. Number after number was called, and I anxiously perched waiting on Rohan’s back to hear my number, 197. As the number of riders dwindled, the realization that I fell short with my performance crossed my mind again. When the last ribbon was handed out and I was left empty-handed my realization became reality. I patted Rohan’s neck and dismally exited the arena.

When the Alabama National Fair comes to my hometown of Montgomery, Alabama, it is a guaranteed great time for the city and all of its surrounding towns. Each year, the fair is held at the Garrett Coliseum, a 10,500-seat arena that sits on 118 acres. The 2015 fair will run from October 30th through November 8th providing its patrons with an array of entertainment, activities, incredible greasy foods, and sugary drinks. The fair is best known for its famous hamburgers, foot long corn dogs, and polish sausages--um, just smell those sizzling peppers and onions--awesome! Unfortunately, theses delectable eats can only be enjoyed for two weeks out of the year. And did I mention the lemonade-- pure deliciousness! This year a new flavor has

When I first read the short story of “Kansas” I was thoroughly confused what was going on. I did not really know why this farmer stopped for this boy when he was trying so fast to kill his wife. Throughout the story I kept asking myself “why?”. As I sat there trying to come up with some intricate meaning behind the story just to get a good grade it came to me. The story this young man is living is the “American Dream”; or as I should say, the American Reality.