Personal Narrative: My First Horse

I lept out of bed, bubbling with excitement. The sun was just beginning to rise and I ran over to my parent’s room begging them to get up and take me to the barn. I threw on my show clothes and ran downstairs to the car. My body was jittering with nerves, it was my first horse show, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
As we drove there I anxiously fiddled with my helmet and gloves thinking about the horse I was going to ride. She is a tall 16hh fleabitten gray mare, I have ridden her a few times before and we seemed to get along well. Once we got off the highway and reached Glastonbury, my heart began to flutter as we passed multiple horse crossing signs. “This is it we’re here!” I shouted as we pulled up into the crowded parking lot. The horse trailers sat patiently in a big cluster on a nearby field, surrounded by people, horses, and equipment. I sprang out of the car and ran into the stable, the sweet aroma of hay and strong scent of show sheen greeted me at the door. Trainers, riders, and parents, bustled around rushing to get their horses ready. …show more content…
They are watching the horse and rider performing in the ring like hawks, detecting even the slightest mistakes. I stood in awe as I watched an older girl and her big bay horse tear up the ground, powering over the 3ft jumps sprawled around the arena. “Mom I’m gonna do that when I’m older!” My trainer walked over greeting us with a big smile, “Hi Mia! Are you ready for your first show? We have to check you in, put your hair up in the helmet, and get your horse ready first.” My mom went to the office and checked me in, making sure my name was on the roster, my number was 113. My trainer put my hair in two braids and tied them off with colorful bows, she then gently placed my black velvet helmet over my head. I pulled on my gloves and rushed towards the stalls to find my