There we were, walking downtown. It was one of the few days I was dressed like I wasn’t straight off the farm, I had a dress and heels on. My mom and I were shopping while my sister was at piano lessons. And then we got the call that would turn our day upside down, inside out, and backwards.
“The horses are out and I have no idea where they could be, how many are out, or where they got out. I need help, get home now!” My dad was frantic when he called.
We all know the dangers of horses on the loose, especially when the barn is situated on a busy highway like ours is. The road is full of curves and hills that create horrible blind areas, where animals wouldn’t be seen until you hit them. Looking back, someone might ask why we acted
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Now all we had to do was get them back to the pasture. There was no way Lightning would be tolerant enough for us to take him the three miles down the highway back to the barn. We had to take him the more difficult way- down through the woods, into the creek, up the other creek bank and through a piece of fence that we cut.
This all went smoothly, until we got to the creek. Instead of going up the bank he ran down the creek. I’m the youngest which means I got to get in the creek and go after him. I took the heels off and jumped down the bank into knee deep cold water. I was able to get in front of him, and swung my arms to turn him around. The water bit into my legs worse than the wind could as it splashed up onto me. We finally managed to get him up the steep bank and through the fence my dad took down.
While this was happening, Mom was walking Domino down the road. Her old bones may be spunky, but we didn’t want her to get hurt on the muddy bank and we knew she should behave. She walked her through the deep curves in the grass until she got to the hill. Here, she had to watch for cars while walking a horse on a bridge where there is no room if anything bad would happen. She got down to the barn no problem, and I ran up to open the main gate. Domino ran through the opening to check her bucket to see if she had gotten any
As the scene commences Rawlins and Grady walk into the barn to see and examine a new bunch of three year old colts that have just been brought in. The reason for the Colts being brought is told on in a later page. Where the horses came from out is from the mesa, most likely one of the some 400 horses that were breed by Don Hector Rocha y Villareal after world war 2. The colts that were brough...
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
As a child, many of us remember forcing our parents to let us go on a pony ride at a fair, and many more may have wanted a horse after that but unfortunately our fantasies were short lived.
The couple walked to the barn with the horse quietly following them on the lead and Mangus, and Chief walked behind the horse. Knowing the animal was showing up today, Chief came outside when he saw the truck drive up and loved the surprise on the colonel’s face when he found out the horse belonged to him. With the new horse in his stall, they watched Bandit and Shotgun greet each other, and it looked like two identical heads looking at each other with both animals getting along and in some way they knew Jackson belonged to them.
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
beloved horses. During the fire, the dad realised the horses were locked in the barn and would
Storing the tack in the back of the pickup, they ultimately tied the horses up outside with access to the wild growing grasses.
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
We were in the car on a long 12-hour drive to Saginaw, Michigan to visit my grandparent’s house. My older sister Sydneé as fast asleep as I was in the back watching Land Before Time and Chicken Run movies. It was late at night and it seemed like my mom was driving for hours. Michigan wasn't always my favorite place to go because it felt like it was filled with old people and run down buildings, but I always enjoyed coming up to spend time with my Papa. As I finished up the rest of my movie I decided it was time to go to bed and enjoy the rest of the long car ride up to Michigan. Once we arrived to Saginaw our first stop would always be breakfast at the Texan family restaurant. From there we would head to my Nana and Papa’s house. The house was small but
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“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.