Determined
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Last published Sun, Jan 31, 2016
I was never the fancy one at shows. I came in half chaps and paddock boots, worn breeches, and a show coat from a secondhand tack store. And my horse, well Charlie is a little paint horse from a rescue, who I bought for less than 100 dollars. But we always win. I'm stubborn, and sassy. When I get to the shows people walk by and scoff. Then I compete against them, and I always win. I have hardly earned respect at regionals, but I have a goal, one which nobody believes I can get to. But let's see where willpower gets us shall we? My name is Sienna Crawly and I am an aspiring Olympic show jumper.
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