Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Breakfast Ride

My mom nudges my shoulder telling me it’s time to wake up. I groan as I slowly role out of bed. I stand up barely and open a drawer and pull out a cold pair of jeans. As I slip them on I feel the cold rush through my body. I slip on a heavy sweater, and fleece. I look outside, I can see that it’s cold without going out. I sluggishly pull on my cowboy boots and head down to the stable.
I grab my white helmet. I look at the piece of tape on the back with the number 8 almost rubbed away fully. I put it on and august the strap. I walk out of the helmet shack blinking still half a sleep. I tiredly walk over and sit on the bench with everyone else. One by one they call out a horse name and the rider comes to attention and walks over to get on. “Kidd” someone says, “who’s riding Kidd?” The person next to me nudges me in the shoulder. I immediately jolt awake and get up blinking.
I walk over to my horse and say hello. Someone asks how I'm doing a say great, lying, really I can barely feel my hands. I get on the horse and everybody gets into a line as we head out. As we start so ride we go past my cabin and I wave to my mom. I'm so excited that we are going. The leader in the front starts to canter and all the other horses do to. I feel like I'm in a movie, the wind blowing in my hair, the fast pace, and all the people around me.
 As we approach the site everyone gets off their horses and ties them up. I go find my friends to talk. Everyone is talking and holding hot drinks to warm them up, then suddenly the bell rings, it startles me, and I follow everyone else over to where they are serving breakfast I get eggs and muffins and sausages. I sit down and enjoy a breakfast with my friends.
 I don’t realize what time it is until the leader of our group comes over and tells me it’s time to go. I get my helmet and get back onto my horse ready for the ride down. As everybody goes down the hill back to the stables I can’t help feel that movie feeling again.



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1 comment:

  1. Nice slice, Lily! I can totally picture what you were doing. Were you at a camp?

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