When I First Became a Rider

When I First Became a Rider

 by

Isaac Sanford

(age 10)

When I began horse lessons, I was only six years old. I gazed at the thirteen horses. Among them was Pistole Pete, the pony. The teacher that own Pistole let me get used to him. I got used to the barn smell which was a mixture of sweet hay and horse poops. I got to pat Pistole and brushed his mane and tail. I saw that he was a brown pony and when I touched him he was as soft as velvet.

My next lesson was sunny and I led him to the riding pen. I heard him nicker and neigh. After that, I learned to use a crop. It's sort of like a whip but it has a little piece of leather at the bottom. Instead of whipping the horse, you tap it lightly to make it go. I like my horse lessons.


(assignment for lesson #1 - Observations)




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