Me and my Dream

Watching wistfully at the riders on TV jumping over jumps, I Looked outsside at my Grandma's horse a Peruvian Paso, Cadencia, wishing I could be just like them. Soaring over those jumps like birds. I Knew IN that instant that was what I ...Watching wistfully at the riders on TV jumping over jumps, I Looked outsside at my Grandma's horse a Peruvian Paso, Cadencia, wishing I could be just like them. Soaring over those jumps like birds. I Knew IN that instant that was what I ...

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Watching wistfully at the riders on TV jumping over jumps, I Looked outsside at my Grandma’s horse a Peruvian Paso, Cadencia, wishing I could be just like them. Soaring over those jumps like birds. I Knew IN that instant that was what I am going to do for the rest of my life. I ran outside slipped on my boots grabbed my Grandma’s English saddle and saddled up her horse. I set up some jumps and cantered around and around and over them for hours pretending I was the best.

Later on that summer I took another Quarter horse in lessons and we got to jump. There is something about being on a animal so much more powerful then yourself, galloping across a field or cantering in a show arena that makes me feel complete and happy. Knowing that this is in my blood and almost pitying people who don’t now the joys of riding.

Jessica and my horse Celiesto