Personal Narrative: Horseback Riding

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved horses. My mom tells me "horse" was my first word. I loved horses so much as a kid, that it 's all I talked about. I was never able to actually see a real horse until I was around ten, though, so I did everything in my power to be close to them growing up. I watched horse-themed movies, read books about them, and studied them in every way possible, that way I would be prepared when I met one. Eventually, my Grandfather set me up to take lessons at a local stable, and it has been uphill ever since. I’ve been taking lessons for nine years, and now I teach other kids how to ride! People always ask me though, “Why do you love it so much?”. It’s a crazy and reckless hobby to do what I do with horses,

Knowing this I pushed myself to my limit pre track season; I worked harder than I have before in the sport and made incredible improvements. Once track season started I was so eager to show the world what I was capable of. The first few competitions were both fairy large and very important. I went into both competitions excited and motivated only to walk away frustrated and disappointed. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong while I was vaulting went wrong.

All things in life can be enjoyable but also unexpected. Everyone has their own natural high. My natural high is riding my dirt bike. Even though riding my dirt bike is fun, it can also be very dangerous. It is very important to always wear safety gear while operating an off-road vehicle. Remember to always pay attention to the surroundings.

Luckily today safety measures such as filming, improved riding equipment, safety rails and ambulances on guard are taken to ensure safe riding. As one can see, jockeys had it rough. These hardships range from excessive amounts of weight loss to risking their lives to participate in a mile and a half race. The jockeys were often risking

so I had to be one of the top four girls in the state of Oklahoma. Although nationals didn?t turn out as well as I had hoped it was an honor to have competed against the best in the world. Making it to nationals was not easy. After countless hours of practicing I began to feel confident with my horse and myself but then the unthinkable happened.

My participation in Cross Country over the past 4 years has influenced me greatly. Particularly in my senior year, it taught me how to work hard, bond with my teammates, and really appreciate the sport. It has influenced my career goals through possibly looking towards a health career, and has bonded me with my family by their support through the season.

Then, the races began, and I became quite anxious as the beginner race

"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift." -Pre. Cross Country is a sport that requires pushing oneself through immense pain to achieve a goal. I never wanted to go through any of those pains to achieve anything. I used to think that I was going to participate in an after school activity for fun, but then my cross country team won the state championship meet, now I know I can do anything I put my mind to.

I had spent months training for those 20 minutes. I prepared for every possible thing that could have gone sour during those fleeting moments that would determine how my freshman season would end. If the start was too slow I would gradually speed up after mile one. If my hip injury worsened mid-race I would alter my stride to avoid pain. What about if I completely fell apart one mile in?

“The rider must dismount without any help from their team mates and without losing control of their horses” (Fort Hall Relay Races). “Many families that participated in the sport decades ago are still participating and passing

When tryouts for the school 's first year of having an archery team arrived, I, nervous and irresolute as ever, took from my coach for the first time the bow that would be my counselor and companion for years thereafter. For the next six years, I would go on to be the only person to be a part of the Prattville school system 's archery program every single year since its inception. As friends left to college and new lives, I remained, making new friends and developing faster than I ever had before, my morale buoyed by a hardened love for archery and its potential to bring together the most unlikely of companions from all walks of life, my conscience learning to evaluate not only the intricacies of my aim, my posture, and my breath, but also my mind, the often raucous command post of my youth. Over the years, my team has competed in five national archery tournaments,

Deciding to go as soon a possible was a really good idea for me because I usually wait until the last minute. I feel like i'm a little ahead of my initial plan. It was originally for a standing and a roundoff back handspring but those are not the only skill I have gained, I have an aerial and i'm learning more. What I have learned

I Love Rodeos I love to go to rodeos. I fell in love with rodeos at a very young age. I remember watching the horses trot around the arena. I would sit in the front row and admire the beauty of the horses. I love the atmosphere that rodeos have, it is indescribable.

I was finally stepping outside my comfort zone learning to ride a bike. The most memorable time in my life was the time my dad taught me how to ride my first bike. At the age of six he taught me the basics of riding a bike. Along with rules that were set in order to help me be responsible with my bike. I learned to ride a bike without training wheels. He also taught me to stay motivated no matter how many times I wanted to give up because of my mistakes. I remember the day like it was yesterday even though it was eighteen years ago. This is one of the proudest moments in my life. It’s a lesson that I’ll never forget. Being taught how to ride a bike for the first time was exciting.

April, 1849 Being on the trail for about a week has brought unexpected holdups. First off the tall grass that scrapes my bare legs as I walk. Lena, Lilly and I all have plenty of gashes from burs and thorns. Our first landmark was Alcove Springs. We never stopped, although it was nice to think that there were people before us taking this journey.