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        11-04-2009, 05:10 PM
      #11
    Green Broke
    What riding means to me?

    Everything. Without riding I am incomplete, I feel sad and angry. But when I feel sad and angry, if I get onto my horse and it all goes away.
    The feel of the horse underneath me makes me want to cry. Its just so amazing. Riding helps me get over things. If I just go for a long gallop on my horse, I just...forget...EVERYTHING. I can be myself. I am happy.
    Knowing that my horse trusts me and I her makes it all even better.
    I love riding because it is the only thing that makes me happy, free, and fearless.
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    This is a great conest idea, thank you.
         
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        11-09-2009, 03:12 AM
      #12
    Trained
    To ride or not to ride. This is a stupid question.

    Passion is when your scared, but you saddle up anyway. Heart is when even though you knock down a barrel, you keep running like you still have a chance. Bravery is when you know your going to fall but you do your best to stay on. Intelligence is knowing when to stop riding, and not caring about the points. Cunning is knowing how to sit the stops and chase the cow. Skill....this is what ties it all together. I'm a cowgirl at heart, and a dancer in soul. When I fear for my own safety, my horses will always take care of me. I trust my horse more than I trust myself, for he knows more about his rider's secrets than the rider won't even admit to herself. His emotions will be intertwined with mine, and if I'm happy, he's happy. If I'm angry, he's angry. If I am fearful, he will be fearful. To be blessed or be cursed, we will be together forever.
    Jester is my soulmate. He was born the day after I was born, and I rode him three years later on my mother's lap. A green three year old stud colt with the gentleness of an old gelding. His bloodlines were known for cow sense, speed, and intelligence, but they were also known for one darker, more sinister secret. One a six month old child would not consider. By the time I was five, I could lope the barrels on my paint stallion and be proud to say it. Although we had almost fifteen other horses at the time, I never bragged about the awards they had won or the training they had. No, no...I told every kid at school that I had a red stallion named Jester.
    My first show on Jester was when I was six, and I did basic peewee gymkhana events. A reporter for a local equine magazine was there, and she fell in love with Jester from the start. She asked to do a special on "Choosing your childs first horse" and of course my parents said yes. So, astride my stallion and wearing my favorite fluffy pink winter coat, I posed for the pictures in classic little girl fashion. Jester just put his head down and fell asleep, not even caring that we were standing next to the pastures where the other stud horses were kept. Years have passed since then, and Jester is still with me. We grew up together and even though my name is not on his papers, he is truthfully my horse. We have won and lost many shows together, and we've both shed tears over painful falls and hard teenage times. Even after he was gelded, there was no change to his attitude He would always be the gentle, born-broke boy I always knew. The one who gave more than his fair share in the partnership and still insisted on more. The one who would pick me up when I fell, and encourage me to get back in the saddle. But our competition days would soon draw to a close with one heartbreaking day.
    It was the last Gymkhana of the season, and I was stoked. Jester was decked out in my purple tack, and he was definitely mre antsy than normal. I took him into the warm-up arena and loped a few circles to blow off some of his steam, and I noticed he was falling back on his haunches. I quickly got off to investigate, and I found that he had a bunch of mud in his feet, even after I had just picked them. Odd, but whatever. I picked it out again and he was fine. I assumed this was the source of the problem. I was wrong. I entered the arena for the first event (Speed barrels) and I realized he was jittery, like, more than usual. I did my best to calm him down before the flag dropped. When it did, he shot forward in a bucking fit and I could do nothing but hold on. When he stopped, I shook in shock. Jester had never acted up in his life, let alone explode like that. I took pulled him without another question. Something was definitely wrong. I ran my hands along his entire body, starting from head down to his hips. When I touched the inside of his stifle, it burned like fire. I felt tears drip down my face. I knew this was coming. Jester had a bone spur in his left leg, and he could do nothing but gaming as he grew in age. He had never had a problem before now.
    I wrapped his leg the best I could, giving him AspirPaste and keeping ice on the hot spot. We would never compete together again. All his heart and drive would be wasted, because of one tiny piece of bone that decided to hurt my horse. One question went to my mind: Why him? Of all the horses who could've gotten it, it had to happen to the gentle stud colt that I'd grown up with. It could've happened to a horse who was just a pet, that would never be asked to run barrels or chase a cow. But no, it had to happen to Jester. This may seem selfish of me, but I was watching my horse be hurt because he couldn't do what he loved. It hurt us both so much. My heart and soul seemed to be ripped out,but I knew our fun times were over. He would stay with me until he died, of course, but we would never again share the adrenaline of competition again. Now, Riding means this: Partnership. One cannot be complete without the other. It's knowing that no matter how much blood, sweat, and tears you put in to your horse you must know when to stop and listen, and you must know that it doesn't matter how much you'd win or how much you'd lose, you have to take care of one another. Nothing is more important than that.
         
        11-09-2009, 03:14 AM
      #13
    Trained
    Hehe, it may be long but it's five paragraphs. Lolz.
         
        11-09-2009, 06:02 AM
      #14
    Weanling
    The cool air teasing my skin as I move swiftly through the atmosphere.
    The long, sticky, sweet grass whipping the bottom of my feet rythmically.
    The never ending warmth of the smoothest hair between my legs.
    The familiar thudding sensation echoing through my bones.
    The rippling muscles, the epitome of power I sit nestled on, watching in wonder.

    The pride, of doing something you can never do alone, with your best friend.
    The progression, of training, of development and of partnership.
    The bond, that nobody else in the world could ever understand like you do.
    The love, that is unconditional, where both forgive and cherish the other.
    The unity, together always, helping each other out in times of need.

    The rush, adrenaline and wind, the race and accelerated heartbeats.
    The elevation, nothing but love and the air between you and the ground.
    The beauty, drawing attention and becoming awestruck.
    The freedom, four beats of freedom and doing what you want.
    The opportunity, allowing you to be who you want to be and grow together.

    The bittersweet rollercoaster that those lovely animals take you on through your own life and through theirs.
    The hard good byes and the exciting beginnings.
    A fresh start with a green one and years of cherished success on your schoolmaster.
    Those horrible nights waiting for the vet and those cool mornings finding a surprise with your mare.
    Days spent at the show or stable with friends after late nights and early mornings preparing.
    A successful day at a show after months of training and preparation.

    But more than anything, the time you spend when its more real than reality, no hidden agendas or secrets. Just you and your horse.

    Escaping........
         
        11-09-2009, 06:12 AM
      #15
    Weanling
    ^^ sorry its a day late (just found thread) please accept :) ^^ also what a great idea for a contest!
         
        11-09-2009, 06:57 AM
      #16
    Foal
    Mine isn't so much about riding. It is more about the relationship I have with the horse. Knowing that my horse is happy to see me no matter what kind of day I have had. Him being excited to go somewhere with me. The soft nicker when I open the barn door. The way he works his upper lip when I scratch in just the right spot. The way he listens when my heart is broken he doesn't judge. When I turn him out and he just follows me back to the barn like "Where are you going, I wasn't done talking to you yet" I can tell him all of my secrets and dreams and I know he won't tell a soul. He is truly my best friend. That is what a horse means to me. It's not about the riding, that gives me freedom.
    The companionship gives me peace.
         
        11-15-2009, 08:30 AM
      #17
    Weanling
    So this has been up for a while? When is the deadline?
         
        11-15-2009, 10:09 AM
      #18
    Yearling
    I know that I am late for the competition but ... This is what riding means to me. It means the feel of the power beneath you. Knowing that the animal below will take care of you no matter what even if you don't trust yourself.
    Here is my story about a horse I used to have. Cinnamon N' Spice is her name. A sorrel grade mare but none the less my very own. First known as a man killer because of the abuse she went through. That didn't matter to me I knew that she needed me. I didn't know it then but I also needed her. We worked hard gaining trust took 6 months for that to happen. The first 6 months was spent spending time sitting in her stall for about 15 minutes then turning her out. The happiest day in my life with this mare was as usual I was sitting in her stall and instead of her cowering in the corner like always she came up and allowed me to stroke her neck. It was the best day ever. After that training went really well.
    I never knew what kind of love this horse had for me until we had an accident. My bf and I were trail riding came to a gap so he got off of Sky and ground tied him. Something stung him and he took off up the trail I tried to reach out and grab his reins but somehow Cinnamon reins got caught on his saddle horn. So here we were both going up this hill and I am thinking in the back of my mind that if I don't bail off soon then we will all fall and get hurt. I jumped off of her near the top when I knew his momentum would slow I ended up underneath my mare. My life flashed before me and I was thinking that this is it I will die. Cinnamon surprised me though because she sat down on her haunches to try to stop Sky because she knew I was going to be hurt at the last moment she jumped me. I put my hand up to try to protect my head as much as possible. She cleared me and only scrapped my arm with her back legs. I was lucky. When we finally got them back the only thing that Cinnamon had on her was her mouth had been bleeding from the bridle putting so much pressure on her. Her and I had no lasting effects from that accident that could of ended up worse.
    So riding to me means just the thrill of being on a horse that you know will take care of you. I gave her a 2nd chance but she gave me a chance of a lifetime by trusting people again. I no longer have this mare I placed her with a friend of mine that fell in love her but my greatest accomplishment was watching that people called a man killer and on her way to the slaughter to a horse that is capable of loving again. She is the dam of my foal Caddo.
    He has her tenacity as well. The difference between them will be that he will not know the meanness of mankind like his dam did. She gave me the greatest gift of all time friendship and her son Caddo's Cinnamon will be his registered name with Pinto Horse Association. Watch for us in the shows.
         
        11-15-2009, 08:35 PM
      #19
    Green Broke
    When will we know who wins?
         
        11-16-2009, 04:18 PM
      #20
    Weanling
    Right now...here are the winners!:
    1st. Farmpony84
    2nd. SorrelHorse
    3rd. Xivoshowjumper
    Honorable Mention: Equus717

    Congratulations to everybody, all of them were really great. I will hold another contest soon. Thanks for all the entries!!!
    Lauren
         

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