About Me

Coming Home

So this may seem a bit weird in the beginning but, I want you to know everything.

Let's start off when I first starting riding. That's when a LOT happened.

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I first starting riding at BKS when I was 9. I rode a mare named Cheyenne. She was legit my dream horse then!

I rode for there for a while and then I took off riding for ages months. For those few months, my mom found a barn close to where I was going to school at.

So twice a day I would walk to the barn, clean stalls, and take lessons. This happens for few months and then I just started taking lessons. I rode this horse named Chance for the longest time! Until I was almost 11.

I did shows with him and we won every single class we were in. Well a few weeks before my 11th birthday, I was to advanced for Chance. I saw this horse there named Prince. He was 4-5 I'm pretty sure. They wouldn't tell me his age.

Anyway, he didn't like anyone but me. I rode him and he was so smooth and amazing, we surely were going to win English flat classes! He was the perfect one since all the other horses were to advanced for me (National Arabians and Half Arabians).

But it was like one day he changed. He reared and I jumped off to protect myself from his high rear. Then the next week I went to clean him up to ride and he gave me a concussion. Then the next week he reared from the car coming in the drive throwing me against his chest and I sprained my wrist. No one had no idea what happened to him.

After leading Prince, I leased a mare named Mia. She was so amazing to me I loved her to pieces. Then one day after leading her for a month, I never went back. Riding there for three years and just left. I never gave Mia a proper goodbye. We just left.

So upset about leaving my precious mare, my fathers friend rescued a TWH from big lick. I went to go see her and did that everyday for a few months. I loved that mare.

Then, the most important thing happened to me.

I got my first horse ever, Can't Wait To Dance aka Dancer. A 21 year old thoroughbred gelding with amazing bloodlines. He was so kind and sweet and I loved him. Still do.

Once he got to BKS, he got his weight back up. I always rode him bareback as he seemed to love it like that.

Western horse and an English rider seemed to never fit right? Wrong. We fitted like a glove. He was literally my dream horse as he was dreamed to do my favorite thing.

Barrel Race.

As we practiced barreling racing bareback, he seemed to wish to be retired and a pasture horse. So he did. I just rode him bareback around the property with him doing whatever he wants. For 2 months.

Then, a horrible tragedy happened at 10 pm at night. He started choking.

Rushing to the barn, I saw him with a tube up his nose. He was freaking out until he saw me. He trotted over to me and I wrapped my arms around his head knowing his was going to be okay.

I thought.

Doing this for 2 hours, the vet gave up and went home. Dance was drugged and was like "strew the vet I'm going to mum."

Well, cleaning out his stall to get him ready for bed, I felt a nudge on my back and it was my big huge 17.2hh gelding staring at me. I chuckled and hugged him.

I gave him so many snacks for bed. But, what was weird is that I felt myself started crying and wrapping my arms around his neck.

I remember all of this like it was yesterday. I said while crying and starting at him,

"Please don't leave me. You're all I've got. We promised forever Dance. Please.."

As I stood there crying into his sweaty mane for an hour. I refused to go home but my friend texted me and reassured me she would be there around 5:30 am to check on him and be there until I got there. As that was the night of my 12th birthday.

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I'm going to it short today. It was very hard for me to just to write that. The next one if you're ever liking it, will be out...
Soon.

Byeeee