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Date:10/22/2014 8:05:02 PM
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My Horse Story
This is pretty much the story of how I started riding. A few years ago, my mom bought a groupon for two lessons at this one barn by our house. This was before I started riding, so it was a little bit intimidating getting on top of a huge animal. But, I did. And after my two lessons, I didn't really think that it was all that great. But the next Summer, my mom signed me up for a horse camp at a different barn. It was a place where they mostly just taught flat work: walk, trot, and canter. They had a program where volunteers would help out with their lessons and in exchange get free riding lessons. After that camp, I decided to become a volunteer. I stayed there and helped with classes and camps- with small children all over the place, running, screaming, and crying- which was a little bit of a headache. I learned almost all of my horsemanship skills there. I groomed the horses before classes, I lead them all around (because the barn's thing wasn't to let the kids off the lead line until about 4 or so lessons), I worked with the kids, I mucked out stalls and pastures, I cleaned tack, I picked poop off the trails, and I did a whole lot more too. After a while, things became too much of a chore- 20 hours of volunteer work for a one lesson off walk, trot, and canter. Then, I met this girl named Kirann at school. She rode at my first barn and kept her horse there as well. She convinced me to come back to it, so I did. I was then riding at two different barns, old and new. Because the horses at my first barn were so perfect, it was a little bit of a culture shock at this barn because their horses were a little bit on the sassy side (the first horse I rode there was a calm, old mare that took really good care of me). Lessons were going great at both barns. But, I think that I was getting a little too full of myself, boasting to girls at the previous barn how I could ride naughty horses while they rode the perfect ones. I wasn't good rider when I said that either so it makes me want to bury my head now that I reflect back on it. As I progressed on to more challenging horses at the "new" barn, I started riding one named Zeus. He was (and still is) a very sassy little mustang. His story was a little bit tragic- but I will save that for another time. He is only about 14hh, but he is willing to jump anything for you. He hates flat work, he'll back up, throw some bucks, turn his head around and bite your toes, and spontaneously bolt. But once you got him jumping, he was so much fun. I remember falling in love with him, I was so convinced that I was going to buy him. He taught how to not fall off. And ever since riding him, I haven't fallen off- except for this really stupid time that I will tell you guys about later- except for this little haflinger pony that randomly threw a buck, I flew onto her neck while she was cantering around the arena, and then let go, landing on my feet (this was at my volunteer barn). One day, at my new barn, I was riding and a girl
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