My adventures of being a backup rider.
So I've been thinking that I should catalog all of my adventures of being a backup rider. Sort of like a journal but in a narrative tone and with pictures. And I was thinking that ill maybe publish it when I get enough pages and stories. So I can document all of my lessons and interesting things that happen. Entries will be made on Saturdays and Sundays after I get home.
I have never motivated person when it came to life, nor the most outgoing but my expiriences from working with horses have made a positive impact in my life. I still remember the first time I rode a horse. I must have been four or five, my mom had taken me to her friend's ranch. I remeber seeing a real horse for the first time: I was standing next to my mom, wondering why we were there. We waited for a few minutes and her friend brings out a chestnut gelding out in front of us and I stared up in awe [i was hardly tall enough to reach his chest.] I was amazed at this huge creature! And I smiled and reached down to grasp at his front leg and proclaimed loudly " He has nice feet!" My mother chuckled and I hurriedly wiped the dirt off my hands onto my pants. After they had saddled him, the owners daughter rode double with me and I was scared, clinging to her shirt and begging her not to go fast. From then on I was hooked. I became so fascinated by horses that I spent half of my life running around the yard acting like one and attending trail rides every birthday. I couldn't own a horse, and I still don't because I live with three brothers but I still found every excuse to be around them. But when I was around 13 things took a turn for the worst. I was beginning to become depressed and hated life, so I ran away and took a friends horse to try and get away faster, it didn't go as planned. I had my mini schnauzer with me and I got on the horse with nothing but a bridle on him and I steered him down the road, holding my dog in my right arm. We were walking down the side of a visit road and the horse refused to turn around and when I finally managed to turn him he freaked out and took off down the side of the busy road in a gallop. I was actually calm and it was a scary yet amazing feeling, I felt like I was flying. I was pulling on the reins to try and slow him but he tosse his head and sped up. I had no clue what to do intill we came to the driveway, the horse took a sharp right and I flew off onto a stump. My dog was fine but I ended up getting a concussion and a broken tail bone. From then intill I turned 15 I LOATHED horses, intill [due to the suggestion from a friend] I started volunteering at a local ranch right down the road. From then on I had no more anger and depression and I am now going to persue a career in Vetrinary Sciences working with equines. I've been at the ranch for a year now and I have learned so many things and everyday is new. I ride on Saturdays and Sundays from 8-6 so stay tuned for some very interesting stories!
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