Friends and Stalkers,
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of pancakes cooking. I got up and still half asleep staggered to the kitchen. I was starting to think that this might not be so bad. I could sleep in and wake up to my favorite breakfast every day. After I ate, well over enough to make me full, my dad informed me that we are going riding. What a surprise, not. Although I knew that it was coming, I was not enthused by the idea. But whatever, it beats sitting in princess-utopia all day. By the time I got dressed my dad was already out in the barn saddling up horses. I walked out there expecting to see the same little old pony, named Jake, that I had rode for as long as I could remember. Instead there was a huge black horse. This horse was a giant. He was 16 hands of muscle, with a jet black mane and tail. Looking at him I was almost intimidated. The animal standing before me had the power to kill someone, but could also leave a print on your heart that would last a lifetime. By the time my dad put his bridle on; I could barely wait to get up there. I didn't really know what I was going to do after that though. Maybe sit there, and enjoy to view from so high up, or take off in a gallop through the pasture, or most likely wait on my dad. I tried so hard to get up there by myself, but I just wasn't big enough. With a little boost from my dad I landed on top of my new best friend.
During that day we rode through the fields, and down various trails in the woods. Never once did Santana (No, I didn't name him) spook, or not listen. It was almost like he was taking care of me. I don't know what came over me that day, or that week, or even that month, but I had made up my mind that down here was where I wanted to be.
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of pancakes cooking. I got up and still half asleep staggered to the kitchen. I was starting to think that this might not be so bad. I could sleep in and wake up to my favorite breakfast every day. After I ate, well over enough to make me full, my dad informed me that we are going riding. What a surprise, not. Although I knew that it was coming, I was not enthused by the idea. But whatever, it beats sitting in princess-utopia all day. By the time I got dressed my dad was already out in the barn saddling up horses. I walked out there expecting to see the same little old pony, named Jake, that I had rode for as long as I could remember. Instead there was a huge black horse. This horse was a giant. He was 16 hands of muscle, with a jet black mane and tail. Looking at him I was almost intimidated. The animal standing before me had the power to kill someone, but could also leave a print on your heart that would last a lifetime. By the time my dad put his bridle on; I could barely wait to get up there. I didn't really know what I was going to do after that though. Maybe sit there, and enjoy to view from so high up, or take off in a gallop through the pasture, or most likely wait on my dad. I tried so hard to get up there by myself, but I just wasn't big enough. With a little boost from my dad I landed on top of my new best friend.
During that day we rode through the fields, and down various trails in the woods. Never once did Santana (No, I didn't name him) spook, or not listen. It was almost like he was taking care of me. I don't know what came over me that day, or that week, or even that month, but I had made up my mind that down here was where I wanted to be.
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