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Personal Narrative: My Rodo Tradition

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Monday October 3rd I was texting my cousin Teagan Snyder and was talking about rodeo season again and she said that she was going to a Leon rodeo and I asked her to ask her mom if I could go with her. Her mom said yes so I hadn’t practiced at all during the week before the rodeo. The Friday night that I got down there I had to get everything ready for the rodeo in one night and it was really hard. Saturday morning I had to get up at about 4:45 or so to take a shower, get dressed, gather my saddle and things, and still wash and load my horse. It was a very hectic morning, we got at leon around 9:00 so that Teagan and I could warm up our horses and get a feel of them. I rode the whole hour the see if my horse was going to be naughty, and he

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