A long time ago I was free, but now, my life changes almost every year. This is my life story.
I open my eyes to find my mom lying down, barely breathing, she was wounded. She looked at me and said, “Run like the wind and always remember that I love you.†I knew that I could not run, I was too young, all I did was look at her. She responded with, “If you can’t, please hide.†Then she stopped moving, but I didn’t move. I woke up with shaking, I looked up, I wasn’t in the wild anymore, I was crammed in a small space. A few hours later I was in a stable, I heard the pony next to me talking about it. This is my new home.
A few years later I was ready to be trained. Within the first few days, they knew that I could run like the wind. They sent me away to a training stable. For the next two years I spent a long time training. I was almost a good horse, I could run like the wind, but I wouldn’t stop. To them training me was the easy part, but now I need to be sold.
Finally, I got an owner, she wanted a fast horse. It took a long time to get there and when I got off it was a very large farm, but with no horses. She rode with me everyday and was happy, but I was not. One day she tried to jump me, but I had not learned. I tried to jump but I failed, and I got sold.
My next owner was only 7, I was her first horse. I knew it was a bad idea, but my last owner hated me after the accident. I was happy until they stopped feeding me. I became very skinny and sick. My owner was scared and wanted to sell me again. Her parents sent me to a vet, who could repair me.
The horse next to me asked me why I was here, and I said, “When I was younger I was taken from my mom, and have been all over the place.†“Oh,†she responded, “I was taken from my sun, I told him to run like the wind.†I looked up and said, “Run like the wind was what my mom told me when I was young.†She said, “I know, I saw you and knew that you were my son. I thought you were gone, but you’ve given me hope again, someday I will get better.â€
I spent the rest of my moms life with her, my life went from bad to good to worse to perfect. My life has changed and it made my life as a horse better, I will love everyone who took care of me. Now I am 45 and hoping that other horses will have as good as a life as me.
Jett10 & Cappi
2012-04-18 00:02:43
**The Beauty Of Strength Part 4**
by TGG
The dream had come back to me once again, I was falling and falling and then there was only drakness in my mind. I thought at that very moment that I was done for and I wouldn't ever see Torus again but I did. He is happy with his new owner, with his ear net carefully secured to his browband. Torus was gone and I was sitting up in bed crying my eyes out. No one really knew how much I loved my Torus; they thought I just rode him and if I won I loved him. There was nothing diffrent, Torus had always won everything we entered him into. To me, riding Torus perfectly was the norm and if anything went wrong there was always another jump to cheer us up. But at the moment, without Torus I was seriously fragile. I would cry about my dad and about not having my pony at night. It was horrible the feeling of waking up on a wet pillow, with tiny salt streams still running from your eyes as you clamber into concisness. Today was the big one, I was going to have to attempt my first ever affiliated dressage test and the pressure would be all down on me. I threw myself off my bed and into the chair fixed next to the bed, I then pressed a button next to the chair and it tipped slowly over until I was vertical and I steped forward slowly. I got dressed into ym favourite white breeches and black dressage coat without too much diamante bling like my old showjumping one. I missed my showjumping jacket, it had been blue like the sea that me and Torus used to gallop down in the summer holidays. The collar, trim and pockets had been lined with real sapphires. It was beautiful but my mum and dad had said it looked way too tacky to be possible.
I bounded down the stairs while holding myself up with the bannister, I then walked out of my house and went to go and pat the new horse, who by his name tag was a stallion and was called Virus Redtwist. I looked at his face and since I had been riding him he had always been slightly vacant. Today he seemed excited, he obviously loved competitions as he was usually pretty dumb looking. I smiled at him and then I realised that he was already tacked up. I wasn't used to people tacking up my horses, the helpers at big horse shows had started brushing Torus off but I always told them not to. I opened the stable door and took him out of the stable. Suddenly a few grooms appeared and took him from me, they lead him across the yard and towards where the horse box was. I followed slowly expecting to see my mum there waiting for me with her worried face on. But she wasn't there; mum was always coming to all the competitions I went to. She promised that, and now she wasn't.
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