Mercy Came A Runnin'

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I want to say it all started in May of 2015, but the truth is, it was much before that. Our story began the first time I fell in love with a horse.

I got my first horse as a surprise, back in August of 2013. His name is Chip. I still have him today. My parents took me to go look at some horses as a surprise on some random day, and I just so happened to fall in love with him. $800 later, I had my very first horse.

Now, this story isn't about Chip. He may have his own later on, but that's not the point. Chip is relevant in this story because he was my very first horse, and the way he molded me led to me getting Mercy.

I had owned Chip for about a year, barely learning to ride, as he was very green and very bad. He threw me in the dirt more times than I can count. But he didn't scare me away from wanting to ride. Because of his asshole-ness, he pushed me to want to be better. At this time, I wasn't running barrels yet. Just walking or trotting around the pattern at home on my asshole horse. But I wanted to run the pattern, I wanted to compete.

Well, let's just say my will to run may have been a bit too much too fast. My first attempt to run the pattern was at home in my pasture, on Chip. I fell off going around the second barrel, and since my foot was caught in the stirrup, Chip drug me a little ways. He did stop before I was seriously hurt, luckily. I only ended up with some scars on my lower back. Totally worth it.

My parents took my little stunt on Chip seriously. Not as in they became terrified of me riding, but as them realizing how badly I wanted to run barrels. So in turn, they bought me Coco.