Horse Autobiography

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When I was little I absolutely loved riding my horse. I rode my horse with my mom everyday. I didn’t care if the whether was hot, or cold I would always be on my horse. I rode everyday after school. I have almost been riding horses since I was born. I was first on a horse when I was six mouths old. My mom held me as we walked around on a horse in our pasture. For Christmas I actually got a little pony that I could take care of. My mom saw that I was getting more and more interested in the horses. For my 4th birthday shes bought me my very own horse. I was so excited. She was a dark bay with black feet, and her main and tail were black. She also had a white blaze down the middle of her face. As a matter of fact that’s what we named her, blaze because of the white blaze on her face. As I got older my mom started to teacher me how to barrel race. She wasn’t to hard on me when I messed up because she new I was just a beginner. Mom started taking me to small play days so I could start slowing competing on barrels. Since I was so little I had straps on my saddle that kept me in the saddle, and from falling off. My horse took good care of me to. She never bucked with me kicked me, or tried to bite me. She was the best horse I could have ever asked for. …show more content…

I thought to myself I would never able to barrel race like my mom. After she got done running she noticed that something was bothering me. When she asked me what was wrong I told her that I would never be as good as her. My mom sat down beside me, and said. You cant be perfect over night. It all takes time. I'm now ten and iv started running in bigger barrel races. I thought I would never be as good as my mom, but before I new it I was running close in time with my mom, and the other people that were there to

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