Personal Narrative: The Trailer

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 was still just as nervous as before, but once I’m in front of the judge showing my pig, all the nerves disappear, because I am doing what I love. By this time I knew that I had a good chance at winning the division, and I did. It was all so very exciting, but I still had to go back in the ring for the breed or reserve breed champion. Maggie, a girl in our group, had won the heavyweight division, so we were both going back for the breed champion. We are out in the ring showing our Yorks, and the judge announces the Breed Champion York, Maggie’s pig. She exits the ring and then the judge talks some more about a pig that he’s going to pick for the reserve, by that time I knew he was talking about my pig. I was right, he pointed to my pig and I was the Reserve Breed York. I shook the judge's hand, got my banner and buckle and left the ring with White Lightening, my smile was uncontrollable. What made it even more awesome was that me and Maggie swept the Yorks and we were in the same group, and on top of that, not even planned, we both wore a pink button down polo shirt, jeans, boots, Kendra Scott earrings, and our blonde hair was half up half down. Twinning was definitely winning for us. The judge even mentioned me and Maggie being twins while we were in the ring showing for breed, so we decided that we should twin again for the grand

It was just me, my horse, and the four judges, who were there to critique my every single move. I probably looked like an ant standing alone inside such a large area. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it beating in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. I tried to block it out in order to concentrate on the task at hand. The announcer calls for 805, which was my show number, and up to the first cone I went. I knew that pattern better than I knew my own name. The arena smelled so fresh and clean. I could see the perfectly straight drag lines from the tractor, since I was the first one to go in my class. This was the moment that I had been waiting my entire life for. While waiting at the first cone, the pattern was soaring through my head. Trot to the first cone and stop, then do a turn to the right. Over and over again I kept repeating it silently to myself. Finally, the judges nodded for me to begin, and I started the best pattern

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Morgan had not a clue how to ride the four legged real barn animal. She was very comfortable with pretending that she was the best competitor in the world with her plastic barn animals. We stepped into the barn where you can see stall after stall of neutral colored horses. My horse, Austin, was black, and a little undersized, and perfect for a beginner. She couldn’t wait any longer, so as soon she got on the horse, she told me It felt natural, she wasn’t scared. It did not take her very long to learn how to steer the majestic earthly creature. The more she coiled around the barn the wider her smile got. After a while she settled getting her own trainor.

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

At the 2016 Kansas State Fair, I was the leader of my small show team. The eldest and most experienced, Madeleine and Rylynn were cheering me on through each class. I had already had a wonderful time, winning reserve champion in my equitation class, making pleasure finals and placing fourth in hunter under saddle, horsemanship was my last class. There were 40 in my class, and I was twelfth in the working order. Maddie and Ry sat on the other side of pen happily eating soft pretzels, eating up pattern after pattern. I walked in the small warm up arena as much as I could, I was terrified that my horse would turn up lame, as he had gotten a cut on his coronet not but a few days ago, and I had scratched him out of trail and hack because of it. Though there had been no sign of soreness from him, I was terribly worried.We worked on our spins, I backed him to the gates more times than I could count, and his trot offs were prompt and rhythmic. Our gatekeeper called my number to tell me I was on deck.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

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.

My Signature Themes are achiever, arranger, responsibility, input, and significance. Each of these are very significant in defining my strengths and showing me how to best use my strengths in my future. My first strength was achiever and this is representing me as a whole, and is what I use in everyday life. I am a driven person who wants to accomplish many things and I visualize my life as a mountain that I will overcome every day and at the end of every day I will have a beautiful view of what I have accomplished. I use every day in events such as: relentless volunteering, working long hours and everything is done with an impeccable sense of satisfaction after completion. My second and third strengths are arranger and responsibility. These

If I'm in...I'll be All-In. While I'll be the first of family and friends to attend the University of Colorado, Boulder and unsure of the challenges within the campus community, I know myself. I am at my best when I fully commit.

everybody, so it must be our eyes." She looked at me and told me, "You

Some other things were said but I never heard them. I gently dug my right heel into Stripe and effortlessly he stretched his inside leg out in to a gallop. The dust floated up into my face drying my tongue out and slightly stingy my eyes. The rhythm was perfect, I was gliding in perfect motion. I stretched my heels down as far as they could go and tried to sit up tall trying to achieve the unattainable perfect position. The first jump was quickly approached. Stripe’s stride quickened as I dug my heel harder. 1, 2, 1, all other thoughts left my head and my body went into auto piolet. I surged my body forward maintaining balance and precision. It’s the pinnacle of teamwork, trust, and freedom. At that moment nothing else mattered, all the tension and stress escaped. It’s a little taste of heaven here on earth that makes me fall in love with the sport over and over again. Once I landed my first jump, I turned my head towards the two diagonal jumps. Stripe speeds up because of the crowd. I once again launched my body forward as he leaped over the flowered box leaving a cloud of dust were we just we a few seconds ago

I trotted up into the dressage arena. As I trotted up the hill I could feel my horse lunging forward, every move so elegant and powerful. I trotted into the dressage when I heard the bell. Before I knew it, I was getting my feedback from the dressage judge. Next I had showjumping! When I got to the arena the sun had

The ideal time to ride came rolling around at approximately six o’clock, when a chilly breeze picked up. Unprepared and starting to shiver, my older sister notified us that she was going to grab her coat from the house. She left my younger sister and I to deal with the horses which was easy, or so we thought that it was. Assuming that it was going to be an effortless task, I took my attention gradually away from the horses, and commenced a conversation with my sister. Totally forgetting about what I was supposed to be doing, I did not perceive that Dexter spooked and pulled back on the board that he was attached to. Turning around and seeing him rear up on his hind feet, shocked me and I froze. My mind went blank for a second, and when it came back, Dexter was darting so rapidly you would assume a bear was chasing him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of the post he was dragging behind him. Not knowing what to do, I immediately yelled at the top of my lungs for my older sister. Never in my life has my heart beated so fast. Freaking out, panicking, stressing out, I attempted to grab Dexter’s lead rope, but him being a thoroughbred caused an issue. He was too quick for me to even get near him. I knew I had to something to calm him down, I didn’t want him to get hurt. This horse means the world to my sister, and I want to slow him down