Personal Narrative: My Horse

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

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

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.

The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.

In November 2015, I finally walked up to Keeneland for the first time in my life to finally see a live horse race. But it wasn’t just any race – it was the 2015 Breeder’s Cup Championships and American Pharaoh would go on to win the Grand Slam. It was an awesome day, meeting people from all over the country who seemed just as passionate about a sport as I was. It was that experience that led me to move to Lexington, KY two months ago with a desire to work in the Thoroughbred industry.

On my way to one of the greatest concerts, thoughts were swirling around my head. How good will this really be? Will I make it out alive tonight? Was it worth the wait? The thought that the next highly anticipated song that plays may cause a riot so large it ends my life. I soon found out after I entered the House of Blues, or rather, as I prepared to enter The Rodeo.

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

We human beings are all works of art. Every experience that we have is a new stroke of paint to our canvas. The things that influence us do the same. I am not a completed work of art, but I can show my progress of what makes me. I am influenced by the media, my teachers, and the neighborhoods I lived in. Now here is the showing of my work.

My friends and I consider ourselves to be pretty outdoorsy people. Whether we are kayaking down rivers or exploring through caves, we tend to always have the most fun with each other whenever we are outside. So as Lauren, JR, Maya, and I were thinking about what to do for Maya’s birthday, hiking the Walls of Jericho just seemed like the best idea ever. None of us had ever hiked the Walls and had only the highest expectations for the adventure. All week we were anticipating the trip and finally the brisk October Saturday came and as we were filling up our water bottles and bags with granola bars, we talked about how fun today would be. Little did we know that we were going to learn during the hike that some of the most fun days are the ones

By the fourth time my horse, Ruby, bucked me off, I had hit the ground enough times to finally get some sense nocked into me. Ruby was my most recent training project. It was late spring and I had gotten her the previous fall as an unstarted two-year-old. She has always been an especially sensitive mare, which at the time, made her an extra flighty filly. Out of the six horses I have started, Ruby was the only one to ever buck me off, and not just once, but four times.

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

I have been riding horses for years, ever since I was in second grade. I went to a camp and did a few lessons that year, and loved it a lot. However, I didn’t start doing lessons consistently until the summer after fourth grade. I began taking semi private lessons, either by myself or with another student, and graduated out of that after about a month and a half--apparently I was one of only a few people to have graduated out of that so fast. I moved up into group lessons and began to quickly excel. A few months after I started to fall behind again, and I entered a period where I didn’t really become any better. However, the year after I broke my hand only three months into my school year lessons and had to stop riding for six months. When I came back, it was almost like a fresh start, and I began to progress again.

Spending the frosty morning in the deer stand where you are on the hunt for the big one. Sends a medley of the sights and sounds. The birds talking like humans carrying on a conversation , the quail scatter for cover as they hear the footsteps on the crisp frozen grass. As you play the waiting game when you see a mom and her baby prancing around the field like two dancers on a stage, as the day goes on you see the big one walking out with his head held high and his chest puffed out knowing he is the biggest one out there. I play the quiet game knowing if I make a sound he would be gone like he was never there, raising my rifle slowly and steady looking through the scope, putting the crosshairs behind his shoulder, squeezed the trigger as your

Ever since I was a little girl, I have been interested in horses. I believe I have inherited this interest and passion for them because my father loves them as well. My father has had horses in his life ever since he was 13 years old, and he never seems to get enough of them because he just really appreciates them. I grew up loving them because he taught my sisters and I how to care for them and how they can be a person’s best friend.

When I was young, maybe 2 or so, my Grampa Lowther gave me a rocking horse. He started making them in 1999 at Confederation Park Senior Citizens Center’s wood shop. They would make them and sell them to earn money for the center.