Sunday, 26 March 2017

What I play hard at

Sicarders sing, beans pop and beams of light come through the trees. The first thing I do as soon as I hop out of the car, is dash to the tack room and put on my helmet. I dart to get my halter and zoom to get my pony Shay. I tack him up and go to the dressage arena. I use my leg ,rein ,whip ,voice and aids. After my lesson I either feel great and proud, or frustrated and angry. All though at the end of the day I know it was worth it.

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