Personal Narrative: The Quarter Horse Congress

I slipped my left foot into the stirrup and pushed off the ground swinging my right leg over the back of the horse. I took a moment and a deep breath in thinking back to a month before when I had taken a bad fall in a show, landing on my head, and getting a concussion. Sitting in the saddle I could feel my stomach turning and visions of falling off again kept reappearing in my mind. I had fallen off a handful of times before, but never that bad. I took grip of the reins and put pressure to the horse as I signaled for him to walk on. My confidence level had taken a toll, but step by step I was becoming less nervous and back to my old riding self.

Responsibility isn’t for everyone, and it definitely isn't for the lazy. I started the summer of 2016 out by catching at the Calf Scramble in Houston and have only grown to love my heifer. Calf Scramble has not only brought me closer to the animal, but to my family too.

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

‘The Narrative Life of Frederick Douglass’ is an autobiography of Frederick Douglass, the slave who escaped and became one of renowned social reformers of his time. The book is a collection of actual experiences of the author during his time in slavery and experiences of fellow slaves. He describes brilliantly the oppressive conditions into which he was born, lived, as well as his struggles and triumphs. The author meant to make the reader comprehend life of the African Americans in slavery before the ending of slavery. He also meant to highlight the misuse of religion and to use it to control other people whom they deem inferior.

I took a deep breath as I walked my horse into the Greeley Stampede Arena. I told myself just to "relax." I loped a circle around the arena to make sure that my horse was warmed up and ready to go. He was ready but I was starting to get nervous. I stopped in front of the roping box to put my piggin' string in my mouth. I looked at my calf in the chute to make sure that it was number 33, which was one of the best calves out of the whole set. It was, and I was ready to ride into the box and rope my calf, or attempt to rope my calf. I began to get more nervous, more nervous than I ever had been at a rodeo.

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

Seven nights ago I arrived at Red Dillon’s homestead. Before sleeping that night I dined on a bowl of red chili and a cup of coffee while Red Dillon went over the agreement, he made with the agent from the reservation. After Red finished reviewing the agreement he urged me to have some more food to prepare for tomorrow's bronc riding lesson. That next day I only managed to ride two horses and before being thrown five times, but I learned how to ride with skill. Each horse has a pattern and I can gauge their pattern to find my timing and rhythm to control the broncs. By the end of the week I managed to ride two horses in succession to a complete standstill and I felt accomplished, although Red immediately set up the corral after

I live in 24 Congressional District. Its major cities are Suburban. It is predominantly urban. This Congressional District Lean Republican because people who lives in this 24 district have higher education than who does not have educational. My Congressional District Representative is Kenny Marchant and my Senators are John Cornyn and Ted Cruz.

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.

As I was reading through your response I noticed that we said similar things. One thing I did not include in my response that you included in yours was that without reconstruction slavery would still exist. I don't believe this is entirely true. I do think that without reconstruction slaves wouldn't have gained their freedom when they did, but over time slavery would have eventually been abolished. Although, I do agree that Reconstruction kick started the movement and it went from there.

The first day on the job was terrifying! The vocalized mandate of perfection was intimidating. Compound the expectation of perfection with 100 elected officials seated on the Senate floor, and CSPAN providing continual coverage for the nation to view, I imagined this to be a mistake-filled summer. Serving as a United States Senate Page seemed as though it would be an impossible task. I received my orientation, as I was ushered throughout the Capitol building’s halls, I learned where amendments would be taken, bills dropped off, and roll call sheets delivered, the necessary locations quickly became a blur. I was just as lost as an explorer without a map.

We finally got three practice laps so we could feel what the track was like to ride. Next we immediately started trials meaning we raced to get the best 14 riders to continue to the main event that night. I was in two classes The 250 and the 450 so I had two chances to make the main event. 250 trials was the most difficult because there were 28 riders, and only 14 could go on. Now nobody really tried on trials it was just a chance to be good enough to make it to the next round. I was 7th out of the 28 so I ended up getting 7th gate pick for the main event. The 450 class had its pros and cons. There were usually less riders, but I rode a 250, a bike almost half the size, but racing against harder competition can only make your better. There were only 20 of us in the 450 trials, and I gave to the best of my ability to get the best gate pick I could get and ended up being

It is May 14 of the year 1787. Gathered here, today, I am joined by fifty-five other members at the Pennsylvania State House, here in Philadelphia. I am joined by George Washington and Benjamin Franklin. We have come together to turn our attention to the dire need for change. For so long has our nation continued to function, unaware and oblivious to the problems carefully concealed beneath our very foundation...so does a predator who waits upon its prey at its most vulnerable state. We must act in order to prevent such a downfall.

The clip clop of hooves echoed through the desert. Fear pulsed through my veins. The horse was massive, weighing in at over two tons and easily buck me off where I could easily be trampled be the others behind me. I quickly cleared my head of that idea. Starting to get accustomed to the relatively straight and flat trail I began to loosen up.The trail began at first being primarily flat, but then came the ditch. This ditch had taken me by surprise as my fear was just beginning to truly diminish. As the ditch was mainly soft sand my horse had no traction and quickly sped down the hill. What comes down must come up. As my horse slowly climbed the steep embankment I began to saddle ever closer to being bucked off. Thankfully, I never fell off, barely. The trail was mainly flat with few sharp turns after that. Now that it was smooth again and that I started to get comfortable with my horse I had my first opportunity to take in the view. It was no Grand Canyon, but it was exceptional enough for me. Natures reign became more apparent as we progressed down the trail and an abundance of wildlife came to view. I was about to be taken by surprise again. After about ten minutes of smooth riding we reached a gait. The guide told me to go through the gate and the others would follow. Now it was only me and Quiggly, no one to help if anything went awry. I took it slow and steady and thankfully he followed suit. After

I approached the spirited horse with confidence because I was experienced with these types of shows in which all the riders are assigned a random horse to ride. I could sense his tension as soon as I was in the saddle. He furiously pawed the ground and shifted his weight around. Before I knew it, we entered the arena. Almost immediately he began prancing like a deer around the ring, my fear growing with every misstep he took. I desperately looked to my coach for advice, but there was nothing she could do. It was between him and me and he knew he was in control. The spectators lining the outside of the arena fell into an eerie silence each time we passed by. I was masquerading, pretending I had him under control while the situation continued to worsen. In my mind years passed before the judge finally called for all of the riders to line up in the middle of the arena. As we turned to line up, he stopped. I convinced him to take one reluctant step forward before he reared up onto his hind legs. He rose up higher and higher, turning into a skyscraper towering over all others in the arena. Then, everything went quiet. I frantically grabbed for his white mane, trying to maintain my balance, but to no avail. We both fell backwards, all two thousand pounds of his body crushing