By: KARI DICKERSON

When i was 13 my 6 year old mare “annie” fell with me in a reining class. I fell to the ground with her on top of me. An older gentelmen came to the arena, along with other competitors, to see if i was ok. they had to approch annie and me quietly because they didn’t want her to get up. She laid their very still so that she wouldn’t hurt me. the man that came and got her said later on that he had to take my feet out of the stirrups and pull annie up. While he was trying to get her off me he said she would not stop nickering softley.
The gentelman took her back to the barn and the whole time annie would stop, and look back at me lying on the ground unconcious. the ambulance had to come get me, but it all turned out to be fine.

By: Shaina Horowitz

It’s windier than I thought it would be today. The waves from the beach seem to stretch their icy fingers towards me, the grassy field not providing much protection from the coldness. Cantering along, the pounding of Meppen’s hooves on the hardened ground fills my ears, a deafening entrancing rhythm. My breath is lost in the layers of wind, making my beating heart seem an effortless miracle.

By: Raechel Bussell

It was a warm, sunny day day, and our farrier, Craig, had just come to shoe several horses. Lily stood like a charm as she received her set of shoes. However, she wanted me to rub her head, and sort of leaned into me, which I found surprising, but I was excited. She loves me!

BY: Rose Foreman

I made the mistake with my very first horse. I overfed him, thinking I was loving him. We rode all the time, and he was really getting fit. He started to ran off with me, and I started to get nervous about taking him out on the trail, so, I sold him. The new owner had no problems, and I couldn’t figure why. I was in my early 20’s, and had him so pumped up with grain, he had energy to burn. Since then I have seen this same behavior in too many owners.
Then, I bought my first thorobred, who was off the track.

By: Christina Borsick(3)

It was pouring outside. I pulled the hood on my sweatshirt up and zipped my leather jacket. Jeff already had the kids in the car and was waiting for me. I trudged through the mud, which was already a couple of inches deep, up to the barn.

Indy, my little green broke Saddlebred colt, stood inside warm and dry.

In this scary horse story the author tells about his first riding experience on a race horse. The story depicts how his Thoroughbred horse taught him how to maintain balance and communication that are really needed while riding a horse.

The Ride On My Thoroughbred  | A Scary Horse Story

By: Rose Foreman

I made the mistake with my very first horse. I overfed him, thinking I was loving him. We rode all the time, and he was really getting fit. He started to run off with me, and I started to get nervous about taking him out on the trail, so, I sold him. The new owner had no problems, and I couldn’t figure why. I was in my early 20’s, and had him so pumped up with grain, he had energy to burn. Since then I have seen this same behavior in too many owners.

Then, I bought my first Thoroughbred, who was off the track. I loved him at first sight. He was beautiful, and I knew I could make him look even better.