Personal Narrative: Growing Up With Animals

Growing up on a small farm taught me the lessons for hard work and how to live life with animals. This was a place where it was never quit and there was no break the animals need to be feed and some needed to be worked. I grew up always being on the top of a horse. If there was time to rest it was done riding on a horse. It was quit when on the horses no noise except the wind rustling the grass on the mountain top. I was always told if I wanted it I had to work for it.
When I was six years old my life became different. My father left to be in the Army and we had to sell all the animals. I had grown up with horse, so not having horse out my front door was a new experience. With my dad gone it was just my mother and I. All we had was each other and it was rough for a while. As I grew up it became normal for my father not to be around and not to have horses, this didn’t mean that I didn’t miss them any less. I missed my father terribly and I missed have horses that I could talk to. To me horses where the one thing that would never judge me, they would just love me for who I was. …show more content…
I found people who had horse and my father visited as much as he could, but when I was thirteen events changed for me. I had gotten a phone call telling me that my father had been shot and I was being flown to Washington DC. They had told me they didn’t know what type of condition he was in. When I got there he was awake and talking. I was scared that I had almost lost my father. My father had helped me with anything he can. He has helped me achieve my dream of having a horse again. I know have a horse of my own; we go to rodeos during the summer and shows during the winter. I have learned that it takes more than a little hard work; it takes lots of hard work. For me there is not time to rest, I go to school, take care of my horse and I