The Celebration
Imagine a big white horse, tail swaying back and forth, head bobbing up and down and Larry Bright playing the best music on a piano, you have ever heard. In seventy-eight years, I hope the tradition my dad brought me to love will still be going on, but flourishing better than now. At the age of two, my parents took me to the Tennessee Walking Horse National Celebration, for the first time. Yes, I said national, in the little town that I grew up in that has more churches than bars. Where I grew up, the nicest gatherings were held in a horse arena. I am very proud the Celebration grounds were there to help benefit the community, others not so much, walking across dirt in white shoes with no stage to get my diploma, not my idea of high class. But in that very place my greatest memories have taken place. That ole dirt arena that was the biggest spot in Shelbyville, TN. …show more content…
I wanted her the moment I saw her, and without my dad knowing, my mom bought her. We had no fence, barn, or hay; but we knew how majestical these animals were. After that, I began my riding lessons and soon would become fully invested.
When horse show break comes around, Bedford county kids don’t think much on it. It’s in the normal swing of things. We go back to school for two weeks, don’t learn anything new, then get out for a week and a half. Most kids call this “fall break”, I didn’t learn such a thing existed until high school when I started working and people would ask me my plans for this so called, “fall break”. I’d always think… Fall break well I dunno, when even is fall break? But most of the time I would just reply back, “Ask my mom”.
I never thought of anything more than getting out of school to go to the show every night. They let us out for that very
Imagine a big white horse, tail swaying back and forth, head bobbing up and down and Larry Bright playing the best music on a piano, you have ever heard. In seventy-eight years, I hope the tradition my dad brought me to love will still be going on, but flourishing better than now. At the age of two, my parents took me to the Tennessee Walking Horse National Celebration, for the first time. Yes, I said national, in the little town that I grew up in that has more churches than bars. Where I grew up, the nicest gatherings were held in a horse arena. I am very proud the Celebration grounds were there to help benefit the community, others not so much, walking across dirt in white shoes with no stage to get my diploma, not my idea of high class. But in that very place my greatest memories have taken place. That ole dirt arena that was the biggest spot in Shelbyville, TN. …show more content…
I wanted her the moment I saw her, and without my dad knowing, my mom bought her. We had no fence, barn, or hay; but we knew how majestical these animals were. After that, I began my riding lessons and soon would become fully invested.
When horse show break comes around, Bedford county kids don’t think much on it. It’s in the normal swing of things. We go back to school for two weeks, don’t learn anything new, then get out for a week and a half. Most kids call this “fall break”, I didn’t learn such a thing existed until high school when I started working and people would ask me my plans for this so called, “fall break”. I’d always think… Fall break well I dunno, when even is fall break? But most of the time I would just reply back, “Ask my mom”.
I never thought of anything more than getting out of school to go to the show every night. They let us out for that very