Cowboy And I Are Ready To Go

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When we  pulled into the gravel driveway my belly was full. Full of butterflies. 

 "Okay  honey, I'll be right there. Go ahead to the tack room and get your stuff on," My mom commanded. I did as told and walked really fast down the horse stench covered hallway, looking at all the different horses i saw every Saturday when i came here.

I did english style at a place called C.R.A ( short for Cumberland Riding Academy.) 

I slowed down and walked into the tack room. Then, i went straight to the closet that held boots,chaps,and helmets.I grabbed the boots and chaps i usually wear,  but it took me forever to find my helmet. Mainly because i forget which one i had worn last time so i try on all of them to find the one that fits me is the last one i choose. I DID get it ,though, after a while.  Now i was ready.

 I walked out and turned left to find Cowboy ( the horse i usually ride) waiting for me to saddle him up.  I grabbed a brush ,first, and combed his sweaty but soft hair.  Then i grabbed the saddle and pad and threw them over his back. Ok now where's your reins? I asked him. Not like he could under stand me, but still. Ah there it is. I thought as my eyes swept across the barn only to find it hanging off of his stable.  I walked over to it and took it off its hanger. Then, i walked back over to Cowboy and put it over his head and ears and buckled evrything up.He was ready. I lead him out of the barn and toward an outside arena. My trainer turned around a waved real "jolly" like.  I waved back and opened the gate to lead the horse to the block. ( "The block" is the stair thingy you climb up to mount your horse. I just call it The Block beacuse its shorter word than the actual word...i think.)  Oh well. I didn't think about that. All i thought about was riding.

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