The Horse-Personal Narrative

I must have been eight or nine when I started planning with a friend to put on a play. Katie was probably fourteen or fifteen and all we really wanted was to do something with our friends, neither of us having much experience with acting. Looking back now, many years later and a lot more knowledge and experience on the subject, I’d say we were gung hoe and mess up on out priorities. First we started writing a script. Understandably she didn’t want me to write it and she never got much of a chance to work on it except when we were together sometimes. Well we didn’t get very far and our families finally convinced us to start with a play already written. What did we pick? Well, I think we jumped around a little before settling on ‘The Taming

Madame Defarge exited the tavern and made her way towards the Manette household. There were so many emotions going through her. Rage, panic, lust, and even a bit of fear.

It was all a sudden, upside down blur. I looked up through the dust cloud and saw my oversized saddle hanging from the bottom of my traumatized horse, or maybe I was the one traumatized. The memory of falling off my horse at camp is important to me because it was a terrifying and embarrassing memory, but I learned to laugh about it later.

It was early on a Saturday morning. I could smell and taste the morning air. Chris, Jeffrey, Connor and I were all on our way to have a good breakfast at Taco John's. I got the beef and potato burrito. While we were eating our food, Chris got a call and the voice said that they were about one hour away. Jeffrey, Connor and I were all wondering who this kid was. So, we started to think of something to do. We just went to Jeffrey’s house because he lives right down the street from Taco John's. We got there and thought what to do... what to do. We found his brother, Matthew, and Tidal outside so we just sat there and talked and rode our bikes around. I went off a ramp and hit a nail on the way down. Initially, I thought nothing of it. So I just kept riding and all of a sudden, it

As I inhaled I could feel the fresh air running into my lungs. I could smell the horses surrounding me. I could feel the gentle, forgiving breath of my horse ever so slightly ease into my hand. It was a cold show morning at the barn. I tacked up my horse. Then I slipped the bridle over my horse’s ears and stepped out into the rising sun of the dawn. As I swung into the saddle, I could tell that the show was going to be fantastic!

Growing up in a family of nine accustomed my ears to many different noises and to this day, the flipping of pages in a book still remains the most common sound around my household. As a young child I was surrounded by many avid readers and this only encouraged me to become one too. Towards the beginning of my literary journey I soared through mystery books like Nancy Drew nonstop. The element of suspense and surprise always intrigued me and glued me to my favorite reading spot. As I grew older, I began to develop a new interest in World War I and II novels. My friends had informed me of a new book called War Horse, which takes place during WWI. I imagined a book like this to be like any other WWI story, telling the experiences and life of a

When walking into Pattons Coon club you always see the old timers group up talking about how good the old times used to be in competition coonhunting and how the younger generation is going to start ruining it. Well, at that time I was frustrated how rude the older timers were talking bad about my generation, so I went to them to describe how nothing has changed the last fifty years out of the rulebook. Four handlers with dogs competing in a night hunt. When dogs are turned loose barking, a handler needs to inform the Judge that his dog is opening on trial. Commits his dog to that track. It is called striking the dog. A dog must be struck on or before its third bark, or it will be scratched. Considered a fault, babbling is when a dog barks

While hopping in my bed the clean, gently laid sheets get all messed up. As I sink into bed it feels like a hug coming from my mattress and I can hear the roar of a tiny motorcycle zoom by. Hearing the birds chirp and the small rattle of my fan going around and around. The smell of fresh air seeps through my open window and a chill of air hits me and sends shivers down my spine. Feeling as though someone is watching me, the hairs on my back stand up but no one is there.

Benny came in his Cheesemobile. "Okay, we have a mouse stuck in the cheese," said Benny. He used

Today was my first time visiting the Wild At Heart which it's located in Cave Creek. I’ve always heard nothing but great things about the place. I was really looking forward to volunteer there for my spring break. Because of the fact that I wanted to learn more about the wildlife of birds that inhabits Arizona and the social issues that is involved in it. So I’ve grabbed my stuff to prepare to volunteer for four hours straight.

Some real things have happened lately. I Billy Smith started my life at 19 as a cowboy in Texas. I grew up in a family where nothing is achieved by itself, it’s only achieved by hard work. Today I share a story what made me realize on how to stand up for myself and my family. The men worked in the cattle in treeless lands became a cowboy. A look of a cowboy maybe fashion but is very rational for hard work

Nothing makes me happier than saddling up a horse, getting on, and working my hardest. I’ve been horseback riding since i was about eight or nine years old, and it is my favorite, most enjoyable sport and hobby. Just by watching equestrians, many people think it is simple, and the horse does all the work while the rider does all the work, when in reality this is far from the truth. It is not a simple task to control an 800 pound animal, and just like humans, they have emotions and moods, so one must work with the horse through their slow days, their energetic days, and their days where they just do not want to listen at all. On top of getting the horse to go in the correct direction at the correct speed, the rider must pay attention to plenty

“ Vroom” the engine on the dirt bike roared like a lion. The white painted dirt bike with a red seat and red hand grips. I sat down on the seat as the engine rattled the frame. The silver exhaust smoked with a white wall of smoke floating in to the sky. The black treaded tires where digging into the dirt of the ground ripping up the green plush grass. My helmet squeezing and pushing my head against the padding of the helmet squishing my ears up against my head.

A time I helped somebody was when I was in 5th grade, and I got off of my bus with my younger sister, and there was a stray dog on my driveway. Obviously, I checked to see if there was a collar, and a tag. When I looked, there was a tag, with a phone number. I called my mom, and told her the number, and we gave the dog food and water. The dog looked like a hunting dog, though I had no idea what a hunting dog was at the time. I just assumed someone lost their dog, and didn’t know it had gotten away.

A few years ago, I used to work Sales for a company that sells land survey and mapping equipment. One of my favorite spots to invite customers to, is located near Ted Stevens International Airport in Anchorage Alaska called, The Rustic Goat. An industrial style restaurant, which concentrates in providing a wide selection of micro brews, a wide variety of comfort foods and gourmet pizzas. When I first visited the Rustic Goat, Mel a good customer of mine said: “Man! This place has a dish of bacon mac and cheese, get it, but have them put a slab of salmon on top of it.” “On top? I don’t know.” I replied. But then he followed with “Don’t dis it till you try it.” I don’t know what I was getting myself into, but to my surprise, it’s a dish I continue to make for my family and friends today.