Personal Narrative: Horse Riding

Something I Love to Do One hobby that I consider to be my passion, beyond all other hobbies that I have, this hobby however, is a sport that I spend most of my time on, ever since I was a young kid. Some people don’t believe that this should be called sport, which is horseback riding. Well I personally don’t think of it as a sport only, it is more to me in a sense that when handling a very large and powerful animal that weighs in an average of 400 kilograms; that itself is a full body workout, which engages muscles all over the body. Horse riding has so many obvious social, physical, mental, and emotional benefits. Horses are also used to help kids with special needs; the therapy riding
My father’s friend had two boys who were around my age, they were so good at riding in that early age, but they were some kind of arrogant to me. Therefore, I didn’t have a chance to ride in that day, though my brothers did and nobody wanted to let go a horse for me to ride. As a kid I felt very sad and frustrated, but even so, I said maybe I will get a chance to ride next time. A month later my father decided to take us to the ranch, after receiving good grades at school. I was so excited that I was telling my brothers “I want to ride the white horse, it’s reserved for me this time”. Yet, my brothers were joking at me and telling me bunch of frustrating words, so once we arrived, I rode the white horse and played with it for a very few time. After that, we started to go to the ranch quite often, and I didn’t ride as much as I did grooming and feeing the horses, cleaning the stables, and doing some other work. By the time I learned the basics to ride, and to build a relationship with the horse, I started getting better than ever before, and became more eligible to handle and take care of the horse. One day, in a beautiful cloudy weather, my father and his fiends along with my four brothers, and the other boys, were gathering in the ranch. While we were enjoying the weather and the ride, my father’s friend suddenly asked his sons to race my brother and me, so we put a flag at the end of the ranch, and whoever passes by it first will win. I was very calm, very excited that I want to beat all of them, so we lined next to each other and counted three, two, one…GO! Luckily I was able to launch first, and as I was moving towards the flag, I never looked behind, I was taking it seriously that I only was looking at the flag, just a couple of seconds and I passed by it, won the race, and beat the