Personal Narrative: A Mother's First Horse

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

Charmayne James was a shy girl that grew up in small town of Clayton, New Mexico. Beginning her way to being the Million Dollar Cowgirl she is today at the age of 3 riding from sun up to sun down. She started rodeo at a young age on a horse named Bardo. When Charmayne needed her next horse she looked to a young bay gelding that was used in her fathers feed lot. This bay gelding became Charmayne’s once in a life time horse. The pair was entered in the Rodeo Hall of Fame, and hold the record for most consecutive qualifications into the NFR for men or women.

May 10, 2006. It’s a warm foggy morning in Kentucky. In the early morning hours a racehorse, Mining My Own, went into labor. By nine that morning, she gave birth to a less than extraordinary bay stud. The breeders decided to name him, Mine That Bird. His owners never really thought the horse would amount to much, and as a yearling, decided to sell him for the low price of $9,500. MTB went to a race track in Canada and started his racing career and later returned to the United States. He won just enough races to qualify him for the biggest race in the thoroughbred industry, the Kentucky Derby. Mine That Bird was the 19th out of 20 horses in the race

The rider’s horse was meant to carry saddlebags that contained mail that was sometimes very important documents, to cross a 2000-mile treacherous trail. The Pony

The hard-working ranch father loved his son but also lived by a realist unlike his son, “Last chance son, you had better pick a horse that you have some hope of riding one day” (Harrison 500). Kenneth’s mother Nell was very supportive to her son’s dreams and hopes of owning a colt. An author of New York times Rebecca Mead states, “We see private bedroom conversations between Rob and Nell, in which the mother, who recognizes her son’s dreaminess as an admirable sensitivity, not as an irritating handicap, challenges her stubborn husband’s rulings”. This support for her son is shown when the little filly is injured and Ken’s mother makes a poultice for the injury every

Leading the horse to the adjoining pasture, Jackson buttoned his coat, put on his gloves, pulled his stocking hat over his ears and put his cowboy hat over the top Since it was March and there was still a good bit of snow on the ground, he didn’t intend to go far, it was too cold for that. All he wanted was to get the feel of the horse and see how well he responded to him as a rider. For his first ride, he already had quite the audience on the other side of the fence. He mounted the horse and had quite the audience on the other side of the fence for his first ride. Taking the reins, he mounted his horse and queued him into a walk using his voice and legs. Once they were going he put the horse through his paces, first at a trot and then a full

In the book Coppers sun , written by Sharon M. Draper, Amari, who is a 15 year olds girl, lives in Africa with her mother, father, brother, and her soon to be husband Besa. At the beginning of the book she is happy and outgoing, but throughout the novel her character beings to change to a sorrowful person. Her character changes due to being taken from her family, getting abused and raped, and her being separated from Besa. Amari and her family live in a small village, Ziavi, with many other Africans. She loves the rusty brown dirt of Ziavi, and the sweet Smell of fruit­laden mango trees would always seem to welcome her home.

“The day of the horse is past, and the people in San Francisco wants automobiles,” he wrote in 1908. “ I wouldn’t give five dollars for the best horse in this country” (Chapter 1 paragraph 23) Charles Howard aforementioned this about 30 years before he bought Seabiscuit, little did he cognize he would pay furthermore than five dollars for a horse that would become one of the superlative race horses of all time. I have done this before too, aforementioned I was not ever going to do something, on the other hand in a couple years do it anyway and be unquestionably glad that I did it.

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The horse lover is a true story of a man whose love for horses runs so deep he's willing to stand up against anything to protect them.This story begins with our main character alan day talking to his friend who's trying to convince him to buy another more land and alan being reluctant to do so.The following chapters are about his early childhood on his family ranch the lazy b and gives us a background and a better understanding of alan and why his love for horses is so deep.He ends up buying the land with his sister and upon buying it learns of the horrible things being done by the government to the wild mustangs deemed unadoptable by the government turns it into a sanctuary for the unadoptable horses.He learns that horses the government deem unadoptable are herded into cages where

It’s the true story of how three men and a great racehorse captivated and inspired the entire world! Story has it that Sea Biscuit was a most unlikely champion because he was a small mud colored animal with forelegs that didn’t straighten all the way. In other words he had short, knobby knees that were distasteful to the experienced horse trader. The horse was that of a severely abused, beaten, and run- down w retch that no one paid any attention to. Sea Biscuit spent nearly two seasons floundering in the lowest ranks of racing, misunderstood and mishandled. Ironically his jockey, Red Pollard, was a poor young man who had been abandoned as a young boy at a makeshift race track that had been recently cut through a Montana hay field. Sea Biscuit’s trainer, a mysterious, almost mute mustang breaker named Tom Smith, was a refugee from a vanishing frontier, bearing with him generations of lost wisdom about the secrets of horses. Last, but not least, Sea Biscuit’s owner Charles Howard, was a broad, beaming former cavalryman that had begun his career as a bicycle mechanic before parlaying 21 cents into an all-time automotive empire. Then, one sunny, August day in Detroit, Pollard, Smith, and Howard formed an unlikely alliance. Each man independently recognizing the unseen, dormant talent in the horse, as well as in one another, began a sort of rehabilitation of Sea Biscuit that would lift him, and them, from obscurity and into the

The story says she has a love for horse riding and baseball. Also, in the story she has a horse named Chico’s Flame. Her real name was Dorothy Maguire.

On Monday April 24th, Mr. Hill asked me to meet him at the barn to look at three steer he purchased and decide which one I wanted. As soon as I walked into the barn I knew which one I desired, it was the one and only Charolais in the group! Mr. Hill warned me that the

The spring of 2014 my dad bought a horse. That was nothing new, we have horses and buy new ones every so often. However, this purchase was different. About two weeks after we brought the horse home, my family and I, which

When Amy Kelley’s barrel-racing Quarter Horse, The Special Stuff, went down in his Minnesota pasture, she thought the worst about the gelding. “First I noticed him standing parked out and looking very uncomfortable. The next thing I knew, he dropped to the ground. He did not lay down, he fell down. He hit the ground so hard, I thought he had a heart attack,” she recalls.