Decker

When I was five or six years old I told my mom I wanted to take horse riding lessons. My mom knew I loved horses so she signed me up. I was so excited. I would soon be able to ride a real live horse!

When we got to the ranch we saw lots of other animals like dogs, cats,chickens, and goats. When I looked around I felt sad because I couldn't see any horses. I started to cry. “What’s wrong Luci?" my mom asked.

“Where are all the ponies?" I asked. After calming me down, she told me that horses live in things called “stalls". Right away I wanted to see a stall. My mom picked me up and took me to see one.

Inside there was a beautiful horse. He was black with a white stripe going over his forehead and nose. On the stall door, there was a tile saying Magic. “That must be his name," my mom said.

After looking at all the horses, the riding teacher came up to me. "Hi Luci, my name is Cindy. I will be teaching you all about how to ride a horse." Cindy left the office area and came back with a helmet. She took the black helmet and put it on my head. “How does that fit for ya'?" The helmet felt nice and snug on my head. “Good," I said.

Cindy took us out of the office to get the horse I would ride. Cindy was pulling a huge brown horse with a white dot on his forehead. “His name is Decker," she told me. The moment I saw him I was in love. He was so cute.

That day I learned a lot of new things like how to mount a horse, the different parts of a saddle, and lots more. Decker and I became good friends. He would always be careful when I rode him. Soon I was going to the ranch three days a week.

One day I was getting Decker ready for a ride in the arena when an annoying fly was buzzing in my face. I swished it away with my hand but it never went away. I kept swooshing it away. Soon I was swishing so much I lost my balance and fell on my back. I opened my eyes and looked up at Decker standing there looking down at me. Then and there, I knew he was going to step right on my foot. Decker started to move closer, but right when he got to my foot he stopped. He bent
his neck and started to lick my face. I knew it was safe to stand up.

The minute I got to my feet, I hugged him so dearly. I loved that horse and I would do anything to see him again.