Personal Narrative: My Passion For Horses

Around the age of five, my Papa began dating a woman with a farm. It was her passion for horses and riding that enabled her to sign me up for lessons. My father likes to tell the story as follows: “One day I was at work and I received a message that told me to show up at this address when I got out of work. So I pull up to this address and there is my daughter on a horse!” I remember I was nervous, but as soon as I mounted the palomino pony named Sunny, that went away. There is still a picture of me posing on top of him sporting a purple Bratz bike helmet. It was apparent I had found my passion, something that would forever affect me. Moreover, it was with Sunny that I learned to walk, trot, and developed to love horses more than anything before.
Ever since then, I have been on a horse at least once a week for the past thirteen years. My passion for riding allowed me to excel and surpass expectations, therefore, I began jumping at an early age. That moment is forever in my mind. As soon as I moved Sunny over the jump I heard the roar of my family and friends as they celebrated my achievement. I was so proud of
All have taught me valuable lessons. I have learned to be fearless and to strive to do my best and that occasionally, it is not always about winning. But most of all, riding has taught me how to form unbreakable bonds with amazing people. In the past year my former barn, Braebern, was disbanded. Everything was advertised, including the horses I had grown to love. Soon enough, it was time to say goodbye to some of the best girls I had known. We all found new barns and trainers and parted ways. That was probably one of the toughest moments of my life. Together we took lessons, did barn chores, and grew as riders. We knew each other like the backs of our hands. But it was during that experience that I acquired my first horse, a thoroughbred racehorse, named