What Is A Horse-Personal Narrative

It was a sweltering July day and suddenly I had an incredible pain in my stomach. It felt as if the acidic gases in my stomach were churning up and down, burning the inside of my stomach. My mom frantically dialed 911 and I swiftly arrived at the hospital in an ambulance. Not long after I arrived, the doctor notified me I was having an allergic reaction.

There are many things that I have learned, and many are worth mentioning. One in particular is when I was learning how to ride my horse. In order to do this you need to have dedication, balance, and you have to respect the animals. If you don't have these things you won't have a good connection to your horse, because they can feel your body language and smell your fear, pain, or if your happy. You're moods are transmitted to them if your nervous then they are also nervous and you dont want that. I am going to tell you of the time that i've been riding for a few years now, this was when I was around 8 years old (narration, flashback).

In addition to being around horses I have been babysitting for a family of seven, two of the younger boys being autistic, has made me realize how stressed someone with

In addition to learning how to manage a stable I have also been learning a lot about training horses. I am currently happy to say that a few weeks ago we got a sassy un- broke 4 year old welsh pony in for training and sale. Heather has been showing me and helping me prepare this pony for being backed. I have been very lucky to have such a great hands on opportunity to see how to work with a young horse in the very early stages of training.

At the tender age of three, I started riding horses. Riding has been the center of my universe ever since I can remember. My passion for riding urged me to start competing in horse shows at five years old. I have been showing my horses in competitions ever since. It made me who I am today.

It was in a very small arena with 4 or sometimes even 5 other girls. Then after 3 and a half years of riding, I went to my first show and participated in 2 classes, both with 8 people. I got last, in both classes, and most of those people had only been riding for a year or even less. After riding for 4 years I missed a couple of months so we started to look for a new barn. I only rode once a week at that barn. My mom then suggested that we look for a new barn. So we searched and found one less than 10 minutes from my house. It was perfect, but it was a different style of riding. When I started at the new barn I was amazed at how organized it was. At this barn I got involved and learned a ton of new stuff. I eventually joined their Pony Club. As I went up in ability and level I absolutely loved it. Then after a year of riding there I leased my first horse during the summer, so I rode 3 times a week. In that little time I progressed so much. But then school started up again. I got busy and could no longer ride two times a week and once on the weekend. I then had to stop leasing and go back to riding once a

Around 9am, me and my mom arrived at an amazing equestrian facility around Fenton and Holly. Horses were like my thing when I was very little and they still are. The second we pulled into the parking lot I was about ready to burst open, I was so excited for this day to come! This day meant a lot to me because I learned so many things and that affected my future. When we walked inside the barn everything was calm and comforting, so we walked down to the lobby and looked at the activities that everyone (other kids) was doing. During all the looking around and seeing the activities we were doing I knew that by the time I left that barn I would know like 50% more than I ever did just in one camp. “Alaina are you ready to have some fun?” said my trainer, I was in a daze and then my mom said “Aren't you going to have fun Alaina?” I finally came out of my daze and I was just standing there like nothing happened, then I realized “Oh! Yeah I’m ready!”

a shield and sword, in case a fight a torch and flame, if i need light tiger skin cloak, to warm the night bandage and brew, in case a bite saddle on horse, armor on tight i ride in search, of the fox in white the wood is thick, with oak and pine the light is blocked, no room to shine covered floor, with weed and vine unfortunate, for my equine it's hoove got stuck, it kicks and whines i fall and crash, my mind resigns my vision clears, my mind aware i scan around, and two eyes glare i see a beast, with thick brown hair sharp claws and teeth, a giant bear it made a meal, of my injured mare met eyes with me, stopped and stared i clutch my sword, and raise my shield the bear, it roared, i stood and steeled the bear then charged across the

There is nothing like getting to the barn and being greeted by an animal that loves you more than anything. The bond between my horse and me is something that can never be broken; we have a connection that no one else understands, only us. Horses are not just pets; they are a shoulder to cry on, a family member, and most importantly a best friend who is there for you no matter what.

“How? I… We thought you had…” he trails off, his smile fading, and his hand finds the back of his neck.

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

I started riding on the safest horse ever, his name was Tyler. He was so gentle and a great horse to begin on, I even rode him later on. But I was early on in that barn I had my fourth grade birthday party there and it was enjoyable and you learned a little more about the horses. I rode lesson horses for years and it was fun, but I really wanted my own horse so I could be able to love on him and spoil him rotten. It got to around Christmas of my 7th grade when I was able to start leasing a horse. We started leasing Harvey and I rode him for a little bit and even had my first show on him. We started looking to lease a new horse who I could ride and while we were looking the owner then sold Harvey to someone… After a little bit, our trainer showed us Mirific a wonderful mare. I rode her the first time and wasn’t feeling much for her. However, the second time I rode her with a bareback pad instead of a saddle and I bonded with her. For only riding her about a week or so I did my first show on her. I rode her for about two years and she was amazing and a great horse to of ridden during those

It was the day after Christmas of 2011, my dad and I were driving out to the horse barn I had ridden at for a few years. My trainer had just bought a horse from a horse trader and we were off to see if this horse was the one I would make memories with. Of course every nine year old, like myself at the time, thinks that the “one” is every horse they ever see. I walked down to the barn and noticed in the first stall nearest to the door, was the

When I stepped into my cart at the 2017 Eastern Regional Championship Show for my first class, I instantly knew that it was going to be the most fantastic show I’d get to experience in my few years of showing the Miniature Horse. The spiritual connection between me and my horse, Red, was indescribable and an astonishing feeling that I’ve never felt with any animal at such a level. His legs were soaring through the air as he was strutting like he owned the place, and he naturally had his head tucked with such light pressure on the reins. That was probably the first class I’ve ever smiled in because I could feel the connection we had, and I knew he looked elegant as he floated above the ground with his sweeping trot. We did get Grands and Reserves

I screamed and let go of the reigns right before my horse tripped on a rock protruding from hard ground. The saddle had given up and was hanging straight under my horse. I crashed into the solid dirt, while a huge mushroom cloud of dust hung over the area. I felt my heart beat a million times per second. I couldn’t breathe. I kept thinking, “I’m probably dead,” but then I thought “Why does it smell so bad in Heaven?” I looked over my quivering shoulder, and about a millimeter away was a huge pile of nasty smelling poop that I had barely missed during my fall. Tears unconsciously started streaming down my startled face. Finally, I stood up carefully trying to avoid the lump of poop. My cousin said that I looked like superman when I fell, and I laughed through my puddles of tears.