The day I met Shelly was beyond SCARY! I needed three experienced riders to help me get her ready, because I was new to riding. I was in jeans and gym shoes. I was new. I could barely post which pissed Shelly off. I was bouncy when I first rode her. And I pissed her off. She reared up on me and me being unexperienced, I didn't know what to do. I leaned forward, which was the wrong thing to do. I had a visor on my helmet, which stopped her from hitting me in the head totally, but her head didn't miss the hit to my mouth. She whacked me so hard, I almost flew off; instead I had a bleeding lip and a puffy face. Having braces didn't help, which just tore up my gums. That scared the shit out of me and I truly didn't ever want to get back on Shelly, but something happened the next week. Something crazy, something extraordinary.
I wanted to see Shelly. I went to her and gave her a treat. A treat to an evil horse, was I crazy or what? And that's when I realized, maybe this horse just needs someone to love her. She needs a friend, and I am here; so why not be me.
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