Morgan Furtado Ms. Lehman English 1-1A March 12, 2019 Free Falling I wake up to the sun shining through my window. I look at my clock, it is 6:50 a.m. I get dressed in my boot-cut jeans, my boots, and a plain T-shirt. I go to grab my breakfast. I grab some eggs, bacon, and fruit. I sit down and start eating my breakfast. I look out the window and see the birds and the wet grass. “I love this place,” I think to myself. I hear the door slam shut and my dad walks into the dinning room. He tells me “Hurry up. You need to saddle your horse and ride her around.” I slowly look up and say “Fine. I’ll be out there in a second.” My dad walks out, gets on his horse, and rides off. I finish my food and put my plate in the sink. I grab my gloves and head outside. It’s a little cold outside from the cold night, but I throw on a jacket and walk out of the house. I head over to the calves to feed them.
“The animals are my children,” I think. I have taken care of these animals since they were too young to eat hay and know that how they can go eat as much they need to live on their own. I look over and see my horse. She is little, eating food in the pen. She looks over at me and starts to walks, toward the fence. I slowly turn towards the shed when she turns around. She really doesn’t like getting ridden that much, so I have to be careful when I was on her. I finally get to the shed where we keep everything, and I grab her halter. I head over to the pen, and I can see the sunrise. All the golds, pinks, yellows, and reds are beautiful. I climb and hop over the fence. I walk over to where she is eating. I slowly put the halter rope around her neck so she doesn’t get away from me. I pulled her head up and put the halter on her head. I slip it over her eyes and ears.
“Everything is going to be okay. Let’s just finish the day without anyone getting hurt,” I tell my horse. I’m unsure of what a good day will look like with her. She is one weird horse. I walk her out of the huge pen, and I shut the gate behind us. I bring her towards the trailer and tie the rope to the side of the wall. My dad runs by on his horse many times. I go back to the shed and grab the brushes and the blanket. I brush her black and white hair. I throw the blanket on top of her back and go grab the saddle. I can barely carry it 30 yards. I try as hard as I can to throw the saddle on her back, and I rock it side to side so it fits her better. I walk behind her and fix the straps that go under her belly. I look for the clips and make sure everything is in place for me to get on. Now I can finally get on the horse and ride her around. A few minutes later, my friend,Perdo, shows up with a four-wheeler. My horse starts to freak out when he pulls up in his truck. My dad tells us, “Head over to the pasture. I’ll be over there in a second.” Me and Perdo head towards the pasture. I get there before he does. I open the gate and ride into it. Perdo and my dad finally show up three minutes later. I saw the big heard of cows over by the pond. I saw all 100 cows looking at me wondering what is going on. I call my dad and Perdo over to make a plan. I propose we group around them and slowly push them toward the gate. They both argeethat’s the plan we will use. I get to the back of the group to start pushing. They won n’t move. Whatever we do nothing would happens. “Move them!! Move them!!” Perdo shouts. “They aren’t going anywhere!” I shout. Right after I say that my horse starts to buck, throwing me all over the place. I’m not able to get my feet unhooked. It felt like it was forever. I was wondering what was going to happen next. I fall fell off the saddle. The horse takes off. My dad quickly comes over to me, making sure I am ok. I slowly get up and fall back to the ground. I fell on my legs and I really couldn’t walk. I learned to take things easy that day. Go slow, and things work better.