Over the summer I traveled to Tennessee to see my cousins. The day we arrived, we visited Lake Winnie, an amusement park with tons of rides with a water park. It was a joyful day. That day I went on the first roller coaster I 've ever been on. While walking nervously up the steps to get into line with my cousin, I felt the adrenaline rushing through my body, and I felt very anxious.
Everyone was so excited except for me. We went to a roller coaster. I told my mom that I was scared but she told me to try it and I did. And now I’m not scared of roller coasters anymore.
New Plans One Saturday morning, I woke up at seven in the morning to go to an amusement park called Six Flags. The plans had been made days ago, my two older sisters, my brother, a friend of ours and I would be going to Six Flags and spend the entire day there. As I got up after finally getting my alarm to finally shut up I walked over to the bathroom to take a shower when I realized that the ground was spinning, in my eyes at least, I had a vile taste in the back of my throat. I quickly fell back onto my bed feeling like if I hadn’t
I got a phone call one night when I was on my way to go feed my horse that she got out of her pasture and was in someone’s yard. We did not know how she got out but after looking at the fence we found a place where it had come down. The next morning I put her back out into her pasture after the fence got fixed thinking she won’t get out again. I was at school and my first class of the day had just started when I got a phone call. It was someone telling me that my horse had jumped the electric fence and got herself stuck between that and the wooden fence.
It was Tuesday the 11th and John was ready to run the track. Aaron a boy that bullied John was going to do his usual thing of bullying. When the class got onto the track to run a mile. Aaron went right next to John to whisper to him he will beat him up if he is in the way while running the track! John just overlooked what he said to him like he does every other time he told him that.
I’ve recently started a new sport, I take part almost every weekend in mounted shooting. In which you shoot two .45 caliber single action revolvers, each loaded with five rounds of specially prepared blank ammunition, off your horse, you can shoot up to 10 balloons that are set up into 60 plus different patterns. Some days is more of a struggle riding in certain situation such as rain and snow, but that’s a given because every time you ride it can vary from the time before. Whenever I’m riding I always think about the first time that I decided I wanted to get into a new passion.
The first day of the derby weekend is the Kentucky Oaks which consists of fillies only. The winner of the Kentucky Oaks race wins a garland of lilies thus being called “Lilies for the Fillies.” Again, because only female horses race this day, spectators are encouraged to wear pink. My family’s traveling group, Inspirato, sponsored one of the early races of the Kentucky Oaks.
Growing up in rural Missouri, I have always experienced horses. I have ridden for my entire life. I have had a variety of valuable equine experience. From a young age, I have worked on my family’s farm. At our farm, I have learned great responsibility.
“There’s not much you can do here; if you want you can go home, that is completely fine with me.” Unable to compete and train, I was now useless to both the team and the coach. It would have been convenient for me to capitulate and indulge my laziness; to sit at home after practice every day while my teammates were hard at work, training to better themselves. I refused to accept my coach’s suggestion to surrender. I refused to throw in the towel.
and I was never so scared of my life. I already had a fear of horses and after cutting my head open my fear was even stronger. My grandma asked, “Do you want to sit on a pony and I’ll take a picture?” I respectfully declined as the look of these animals instilled fear into my head. But my grandma insisted that I get on one of them and even go for a ride.
It was the summer of 2010 when I rode my first horse. I was so scared because I have never rode one. I was so scared I was shivering in my boots. I kept thinking “ I’m going to get bucked off oh my gosh!
My feelings toward writing aren 't good nor bad. Writing is something i have had difficulty with in my past. I have no problem brainstorming ideas on what topics to write my assignments on, even if i am given a prompt, but I do have difficulty with sitting down and planning my work. I always find myself getting stuck. So I almost never take the time out to plan out my ideas i come up with.
The first day if hunting we went into the Black Hills and did a lot if walking to find some deer. When we finally found some my brother was the first to shoot, since he picked the bigger straw out of three, which was how we decided who gets to shoot first, he missed. So I was next up and when we saw another deer it was really far away and it took my seven shits before I killed it. It wasn't even worth trying to kill it because it was just a fawn and I wasted seven shots killing it and that was the end of day one.
It was a sunny hot day, and the sun was burning me. I had butterflies in my stomach. when I got closer to my biggest fear, I thought more about whether or not I really wanted to do this. My sister and I slowly got in to the hot red seat and grabbed the burning and wet handle that would soon be protecting us in the seat that would bring us through the horrible, insane, terrible roller coaster ride called the deadly beast which i advise you should never ride. I was like a small little ant about to be face to face with the biggest animal out there.
Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, something terrible happened to me. But, first let's start at the beginning. When I was five years old my parents got me the best gift a little girl could ever ask for, a puppy. My dad came into the house with what I thought was a black jacket in his arms. I was wrong, after he came into the kitchen the “jacket” popped it’s little head up, it wasn’t a jacket, it was a puppy.