English, jumping, and western were effortless jobs. Traveling by trailer, munching hay, watching the sights, trucks were loud, smelly, and scary. Tall buildings, like needles, reached the sky. The city was noisy, smelly, but never dull, especially flashing lights and loud siren sounds.
No owner for me. I tried different riders every day. One lost her balance and flip flopped as she plopped to the ground. With an unforgiving jerk, in slow motion she hit the dirt. A sudden pinch under my chin, I leapt away stopping to stare. A girl, face down gasping for air as she started to cry. A muddy river of tears slid slowly into her mouth. Understand arena dirt elements include nasty old shavings, filthy dark dirt and lots of well … poop!
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