My Experience Of Riding Horses
I sat perched on a horse, named Sysco, waiting as the rest of the group in the arena mounted. I
looked out at the sight I never got sick of, a horse's neck up. I saw the two ears, mane, forelock,
and head. The silky mane just waiting to be brushed. The face that is the best part of a horse, with
it's dark, caring eyes waiting to know what you are about to do, and it's mouth that munches on
sweet treats and hay. The bridle leading to my hands, the horn, and the front of the Western saddle
were also in the beautiful sight in front of me.
I was at a mother–daughter horse camp, at Kidder Creek, a place near the Oregon border. I was 10
years old, with my love of horses growing each day. Horses were my favorite animals, and my
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Would the same happen to me? We also walked around the arena, near the edge. The entire time, I
was living the moment, remembering the moment, saving the moment. I didn't want my dream to
end, so I enjoyed it and preserved it while it was still happening.
"I think you are ready to trot," the instructor said.
All the sudden my almost empty mind flooded with thoughts. Were we ready? What does trotting
feel like? Will I be able to get Sysco to trot?
My mind flashed back to a scary moment. A family friend had two horses, but they were not
trained too much. I was riding off a lead line for the first time, and we were just going around their
big house. I was riding Jesse, a coal black coated horse. I was about to finish a circle when Jesse
started going faster. He started trotting. It was only a few moments, but the trot felt as fast as
American Pharoah, the Triple crown race horse, and as bouncy as popcorn popping in a pan. The
trot was something I wanted to do on purpose, not suddenly.
My horse stood at the arena wall, watching as the instructor showed us how to trot.
"You go into a walk, the squeeze your legs until the horse trots," she explained. It is just like getting
into a walk, just starting a gait faster.
I watched as the first person of the group went. Her horse looked beautiful as it trotted. There is just
something about horses when the move, with their gleaming silky tails flowing out behind them,
their body moving with a
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