There I was staring out of the window; nervous and excited my heart was pounding with over 100 beats per minute, I would finally be meeting my new horse that my father had purchased for me. She looked sort of like vanilla ice cream with Oreo cookies, thats what her color reminded me of the first time I placed my eyes on her. I had no choice in choosing her name, as my father had already chosen for me, her name was Canela. I would have remembered this as the happiest day in my life; six years old and getting my new horse, well happiest day for now. My ranch was located in a small village in Mexico called Potrero, Nuevo Leon. The mountains there were breathtaking and almost like if they were too nice to be real. My horse was there and lived
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Where there he had five horses, terrified to even get near them he insisted that I at least try to get on the calmest one that he had. Her name was Margarita because she was always mad. Margarita was a retired race horse and new mom, she was brown with a white stripe along her face. Months and months of him begging for me to get on and one summer day I did. I spent the rest of the summer riding and riding falling in love with each and every horse that had now became mine technically. With all of this that had happened, I opened my eyes and finally realized that it was not Canela’s fault that she freaked out, but that it was her sensing my nerves and how my brother kept scaring her. Although this left me with scars on my face I am glad it happened. It was a lesson that I learned and it took a long time to learn from it but I realized that horses should not only be treated with care when making noises and the way someone talks but also should be appreciated for what and how they are. I am proud to say that today I can ride my horses confidently and happily. Lastly, I enjoy sharing this story with others, because many people think of horses as animals that can hurt you. That is not true at all. If you treat an animal with love especially a horse the love will be returned times ten. Falling off my horse is not something that was bad, but something good; something that changed
Where there he had five horses, terrified to even get near them he insisted that I at least try to get on the calmest one that he had. Her name was Margarita because she was always mad. Margarita was a retired race horse and new mom, she was brown with a white stripe along her face. Months and months of him begging for me to get on and one summer day I did. I spent the rest of the summer riding and riding falling in love with each and every horse that had now became mine technically. With all of this that had happened, I opened my eyes and finally realized that it was not Canela’s fault that she freaked out, but that it was her sensing my nerves and how my brother kept scaring her. Although this left me with scars on my face I am glad it happened. It was a lesson that I learned and it took a long time to learn from it but I realized that horses should not only be treated with care when making noises and the way someone talks but also should be appreciated for what and how they are. I am proud to say that today I can ride my horses confidently and happily. Lastly, I enjoy sharing this story with others, because many people think of horses as animals that can hurt you. That is not true at all. If you treat an animal with love especially a horse the love will be returned times ten. Falling off my horse is not something that was bad, but something good; something that changed