Horse Fever by Brooke Molde

Having a zebra, since whenever I can remember, had always been my biggest dream. My parents thought it was just a quite absurd and comical joke, but I was serious. When they calmly explained that getting a zebra was impossible, I offered to let them just get me a black horse and I would paint on the stripes. I

was a good pretender. So, when the saw 'free horse riding lessons' at a silent auction they figured it would be the perfect answer to my little problem. A great solution; I would go to my four lessons, totally know how to ride and that would be that, my craving would be stilled. Poor innocent people…

My dad won the auction. So a week or so later we shoved off to go to my lessons. I was dressed as my family and I figured was appropriate, decked out in my jeans, cowboy boots and texasy tee-shirt. For a seven year old it was pure heaven. Se when I clambered aboard the pony as if it were Mt. Everest, I was quite surprised. I still resent that barns idea of an encouraging first lesson, but to this day I know I learned a lot. That Stubborn pony will never be first on my list.

I'm sure my parents had no problem convincing me to sleep that night, because I must have been exhausted.  I spent the whole ride flailing my little legs like pinwheels and saying gitty up like they do in the movies. They made it look so easy. But I guess I learned horses aren't made of highly shatter-able

glass. My goal was to walk the 6 yards it was to go between to trees. It could have been six inches or six miles, it didn't matter, that horse wasn't going to budge further that the next patch of grass, flailing stubby seven year old legs or not. I Cant clearly remember if I made it through those trees but it didn't matter. I loved it. 

Where many kids where terrified of horses' sheer size, dead quiet or a spirited maniac, I wasn't. I treated them like I did to my 24 pound dog. Four lessons went by. Despite my parents assumption, I was in no way done learning to ride. Unfortunately it just becomes more of a time, money, and gas pit, driving to competitions, ECT. My parents have never understood fully my enjoyment in horses, but supply the pit endlessly. So, life is good. I'd like to close this up with a famous saying; 'Horse lovers are stable people.'

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