My F-E-Rr Personal Narrative

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As I’ve learned from riding horses since I was eight years old, fear, is one of the most dreaded words in the horse world (aside from chestnut mare). They say when you’re young, you fear nothing, no second guesses. Well, that’s how riding felt for me up until recently. My goal was always to just higher, go faster, and always do it again and again. Confidence and pride always radiated off my body and I was fearless. No matter the horse or the circumstances, nothing could phase me.

I started at a summer camp in North Carolina at the age of eight. I had braids in my hair, lace ankle boots, and the burning desire to ride. The horses made me feel alive, like I had a partner. I was assigned to a gentle retired eventer, he probably wasn’t worth a nickel, but he was priceless to me. He taught me the basics, walk, trot and attempted to canter on accident. By the time I was done with my first week of camp, I thought I was practically ready for the Kentucky Derby. …show more content…

My love for equestrianism never decreased, even to this day. I felt like the sky was the limit and nothing could ever make me feel different than the little eight-year-old with braids dangling by her ears on the first day of horse camp. My dream was to specialize in cross country, a mixture of everything I adored about riding. The perfect combination of speed and jumping without the intenseness of showjumping and the scenery is just a

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