Lucky! Wan't to trade? Haha, I'm kidding. The ranch I'm at is actually a really great place. It's just the people I can't stand. It's made up of mostly older trail riders and the old cowboy type. It's sort of hard being the youngest person boarding there. They really like to baby me through things, and since I am young, they especially like to take my horse away and show me how to do it. Apparently they think they have the right to because they can one up me when it comes to age. Ha ha.
You can always single us minors out from the crowd, we're the ones wearing the goofy helmets. Funny how I've been riding longer without a helmet than I have with one. I might accidently forget to put it on one day. Oh darn.
"I was eight years old, and I've never forgotten her face when she told me about watching you ride. She told me she saw you, and your horse was dancing in the moonlight."
-- A.C. Crispin's "Sylvester"