Every horse derserves to be loved by a child..

Internet World,
         So my mom gets ready to leave, does the whole crying thing, and heads back to Indiana. Leaving me here, for two never-ending months (dun dun dun). "Come on sis," my dad said and led me down the hall to the back bedroom. He opened the door to reveal the same pink princess paradise that had welcomed me since I was 4. It was complete with a canopy bed, a pink toy castle, and a white unicorn rocking horse. The only thing that had changed was that I had now upgraded to a "big kid bed." I sighed and let my Lizzie McGuire backpack fall on the pink carpet. When I was younger I didn't really mind coming down here. I had fun riding horses everyday and showing in the shows on the weekends. Somewhere in the midst school, and sports, I had lost my passion for horses. An old saying says that every horse deserves to be loved by a child. It really is a different kind of love. It's a bond of friendship and trust that you can't understand unless you experience it. Little did I know, but that summer would be one I would never forget.