Red Horse-Personal Narrative

Once upon a time I was blessed with a beautiful rare red horse. The reason I got it was because it was my 16th birthday. The horse was so special because not only was it red, but it also talked. I named him Billy, because he said ‘’ I want my name to be Billy’’. I always took Billy out for walks and sometimes he took me for walks. What made Billy even more special was that he could fly. One time when I was walking with Billy, another kid from down the street was walking his horse. The kid with the horse told Billy and I that we are stupid, so Billy started to cry. I felt bad because I didn’t know what to do, so under pressure I did what any kid who is getting bullied would do. I told Billy to fly away, and we ended up in a magical place named Chicago. We crashed at a motel downtown.
While walking in the middle of downtown people thought that we were crazy. In my head I was wondering ‘’why?’’. What is so wrong with walking your magical red horse? Billy started to get very insecure about himself, and didn’t want to leave the motel for a few days. I tried convincing him that he is unique and people are jealous of him. Finally he listened to what I said, and said ‘’I’m not going to listen to those average people’’. With both of our confidence boosted we decided to take a tour of Chicago. First off we went to Navy Pier. We saw a huge spinning wheel and wondered what it was, so we went to it. The workers there told us it was a ferris wheel. I decided to buy tickets for Billy and I. While getting on it was a very tight squeeze. The workers said they have never had a horse on the ride before. Finally we finished the ride and we were off to another activity. Then we saw a boat called the ‘’Sea Dog’’. We hopped on and it was the most exhilarating ride of my life. I’ve never seen Billy so happy, that was the best ride of our lives. Later on we went to dinner and a movie, which concluded our second day in