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Personal Narrative: My First Horse

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It was the summer of 2010 when I rode my first horse. I was so scared because I have never rode one. I was so scared I was shivering in my boots. I kept thinking “ I’m going to get bucked off oh my gosh! “ I was only 11 years old, and didn’t know a thing about riding. After the first time I rode I never wanted to get off, I just loved the feeling of being on a horse. The horses name was Flash. She was about 15 years old so I’d say she wasn’t the fastest but a good starter horse. Her breed was a paint; she was brown with white spots all over her.
2 years ago I got I guess you could say my own horse. The reason I say that is because he’s all the way in Missouri so I can only ride him when I am there. His name is Blacky and yes he is

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