Here's mine: It was June 22, 2008. I had just returned to riding after a bad injury. It was my weekly lesson, Sunday at 11:00. I walked into the barn office, and was told that I was riding one of the new horses, called Jerry. I was only 11, and to ride one of the new horses meant that your instructor thought that you were skilled enough to handle one of the "greenies." So, I walked down to the barn, and finally found the horse I was supposed to ride. He was extremely skinny, there was no muscle or fat to be seen on his body. He was white (technically gray), and he had scars and scrapes all over his body.
I fell in love with him at once. He would be something for me to help, something to strive to make better. So, after I rode him, I begged my parents to buy him. I begged for two years, until they finally agreed.
When I'm with Jerry, it feels like nothing can hurt me. I feel safe. I feel free from the stress of school, chores, and the drama of friends. He is my one, true best friend, and I'll love him forever.
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