Personal Narrative: My First Horse

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

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

Horses big beautiful and majestic also a little intimidating animals. They are also a therapeutic animal. Where i have grown up at there has always been a empty stall and arena from when my mom had a horse when my parents first got married. We eventually fixed it all up to where it could contain a horse which was really exciting. This all started from ridding horses for speech therapy, it was so much fun to where i started to want a horse.

Have you ever been in a situation where you didn’t think you could do it? Well I have many times and I’m going to write about a time during Rodeo when I didn’t think I was going to be able to do well in goat tying.

I come from a family of horse people. My grandfather had Tennessee Walkers. There were horses on the farm where I grew up in Marianna. Horses are cool.

Have you ever wanted something so badly, just to be left in pure disappointment? So have I. That something was the all-around buckle in the senior horse division at the 2015 Finney County Fair. Everything was going as planned until the third to last event. All of a sudden..I guess you will just have to keep reading to find out the rest.

My favorite memory with my horse Shadow is when we qualified for state. It was really exciting to go down to the state fair and ride in the coliseum. The first year we went down to the state fair it wasn't the best year since it was our first time. This year we did much better and even got a ribbon. It's fun to do 4-H with my horse because I can ride them and compete. Last year my mom got a new horse named Tanner. Tanner was mom's shooting horse and mom said I couldn't ride him. When I started riding Tanner I wanted him to become my game horse like Shadow. When my mom had her accident at Two Harbours she couldn't ride anymore. Since then, Tanner has become my horse and I am working on training him to become become a game horse. I don't know what I would do without my horses. My mom said that when I got home from China and we got to the house, my mom went out to see one of her horses. I was little when we were there and I reached out and touched the horse. Since then I have had a connection with the

Horses have injured me, made me cry, made me swear, pissed me off until my breaking point, made me do stupid things, made me hate other people, made my heart break, put my heart back together, helped me when I was alone, been there when I did not need them, pushed me, made me work harder, faster and better than anyone else. They made me jealous, made me self-centered, made me happy, abused me, used me, tore me apart, healed me, helped me, loved me, protected me, made me laugh, helped me, put me down, made me a better person, made me want to help others. In every aspect of who I am, horses are there. They have made me the person I am today. If you like me, thank them, if you hate me well to

Most history classes teach children about how the Spanish brought horses to America and introduced them to Native Americans. That’s usually the end of the story. What’s not talked about is the Native peoples’ reactions to these beasts of nature. How did they feel about horses? What did they think of them? How did Native people become some of the best riders? How did they tame wild horses? How were horses incorporated into their culture? How much of an impact did horses really have on Native American culture? These are the questions that aren’t answered in textbooks in schools. What I wish to explore is the bond between Native people and their equine companions. I want to explore how their world

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.

I chose to sell her because she could make a little kid just like she made me happy. It was the hardest thing but knowing that her being happy was the best thing I could do and not just keep her just so I can look at her every morning and being selfish. After I sold her I stopped riding horses because I didn't think I could go without her or ride any other horse. When I turned about 12 I started to ride again. Then I started to rodeo again. That's when I started to goat tie and I used my brothers horse Toad because I didn't have a horse that wouldn't stop when I went to get off. When finals came for AFR toad got sick and one night he got bad and we took him to a vet and he died of a heart attack before they could even do anything to help him. In the winter my aunt Stacy gave me a Colt named Buddy, he was broke, all I had to do was train him. So I work and work on him training him. When AFR started back up not only did he get better but so did I and I learned a lot of stuff from him and he learned a lot from me. After a year I finally had my own horse. He might not be like my old horse Maddy but that's

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.

Horse is loss. Loss as in losing someone. For me, I lost my grandpa, papa, to cancer Three almost four years ago. He was a very hard working man. He owned his own electrical business, farmed land, and he also made time for his hobby of horses. He instilled my love for horses. I thought he was amazing, he traveled to North Dakota and Canada to show horses. He went so many times

Bang my eyes opened as I leaped out of bed. I ran at full speed to my brother's room and woke Miguel up and screamed Happy Birthday to him. We went and changed and went on our iPads before our parents woke up. It was all a hurry as we looked like buzzing bees zooming through the house, at around 10 past 9 we ran out of the house full of eager and excitement. Sitting in the car, we drove along streets, highways and whinny roads but when I though we would ever make it to the horse riding we reached. I hopped out of the car ready to get on the Horse but realised the first group wasn't back yet. The three of us played basketball, got a helmet and got ready.

Ever since I was a child I knew that I wanted to work with animals. Horses, in particular, have always fascinated me. After much begging, pleading, years of convincing, and always working hard to save up money, I convinced my parents to allow me to buy a horse. To me, Indie was the most beautiful quarter horse I could have ever dreamed of getting. Since our purchase of Indie, we have acquired another horse, Sherman, and a pony, Tucker. Although the horses have always been hard work, they were worth every sweaty hot summer evening of mucking out the stalls and frigid winter mornings of carrying water to the trough in order to avoid freezing our hoses. After all, I used to dream of being a veterinarian and helping all kinds of animals in some way.