Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Working With Horses
Mud flew up all around the field, hitting my clothes and face like cold clumps of clay. It also shot onto Stormy, the black horse I was handling. Gem, the other horse, was kicking up the mud from bucking and running around the field. Stormy was getting nervous, too. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were rolling back. I tightened my hold on her lead rope and prepared for Stormy to spook and run me down.
“Whoa!” my dad yelled at Gem.
Gem was acting up to test us. Horses often try to get their way by running around, and the dark brown horse was startled by the wind ripping through the countryside. After years of working with horses, I had learned how to develop a close bond with them. Horses feed off the emotion of their handler. I had
“Whoa!” my dad yelled at Gem.
Gem was acting up to test us. Horses often try to get their way by running around, and the dark brown horse was startled by the wind ripping through the countryside. After years of working with horses, I had learned how to develop a close bond with them. Horses feed off the emotion of their handler. I had