Until I was ten years old, I lived on a farm just northeast of a small town called Medaryville (population: 565). First, it was a solely a pig farm, then a cow and pig farm, then a horse, cow, and pig farm, and lastly just a horse farm; we had horses for the majority of my life, about seven years. Many things happened on that farm. When it was a horse farm, we would keep retired race horses there kind of as a retirement home if you will, and we would keep race horses that were being trained and were on a break, so to speak. Pregnant race horses would come to have their babies, where we would raise them until it was time to wean, which means that when they reach a certain age they are weaned away from their mothers because they no longer need to nurse. Once they were weaned, they would be sent back to the track to be trained to become racehorses. We did typical farm things; I had been baling hay since I was about seven. I learned how to drive just about everything around the same time. I was your typical farm kid, and the babies were my favorite part, though, it could be a little stressful.
One late March morning, my dad and I were doing our usual morning routine after we did chores, cleaning stalls (we called feeding the horses ‘chores’). The whole process was a chore; it …show more content…
I think that she thought of me as her baby too; I could do literally whatever I wanted to do around her. She was even kind of protective of me. If I were with her in the pasture and another horse came up to me, she would get jealous almost, pinning her ears back at the other horse (which is a way of them showing that they are mad or upset) and moving in between that other horse and I. Apparently, she really appreciated what we did for her that day, I cannot imagine why else she would act that way. Her baby grew up to be yet another rambunctious boy. Although he was rambunctious, he turned out to be a very successful racehorse as
One late March morning, my dad and I were doing our usual morning routine after we did chores, cleaning stalls (we called feeding the horses ‘chores’). The whole process was a chore; it …show more content…
I think that she thought of me as her baby too; I could do literally whatever I wanted to do around her. She was even kind of protective of me. If I were with her in the pasture and another horse came up to me, she would get jealous almost, pinning her ears back at the other horse (which is a way of them showing that they are mad or upset) and moving in between that other horse and I. Apparently, she really appreciated what we did for her that day, I cannot imagine why else she would act that way. Her baby grew up to be yet another rambunctious boy. Although he was rambunctious, he turned out to be a very successful racehorse as