Dear Horse’s,
You all have had your set of challenges ranging from biting my leg to not knowing how to ride. Fighting me every step of the training process made it so much easier for me to learn how to fail. The pain from the kicks and the bites not only made me appreciate when I did not go out to see you but also made me cherish when I returned to the house without a scratch. The little victories I had with you seemed slow going with all the setbacks. You made me push through everything to reach the victory.
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Your cute expressions and fluffy tails do nothing to hide the truth that you suck at your jobs. You sit around waiting to be fed while mice, a perfectly decent meal, trample through the hay. But alas you sit with your tail twined around your legs and ignore your sole purpose of being in the barn. While I understand your lives are busy running from dogs and hunting birds in the trees I fail to have sympathy for you when a mouse scuttles across my shoe.When the mice do come out to play I yell hoping one of you will come running to save me. In the event that you do I jump with joy and give you lots of praise.
The day someone turns eighteen does not redefine their whole world. Just because someone has aged is not a reflection of where they are at in life. Nothing will change on this day besides a number. A birthday does not determine what happens to someone's life. What does determine someone's life is the choices they make. The college and career path are what will affect someone's life far more then a simple birthday. The age that someone makes this choices is not relevant because it plays no role in their decision. Growing up is not just a number.
The majority of children are waiting for the day they are called a grown up. I was one of these children that could not wait to grow up. I know how much I wanted to be called an adult and have more responsibilities. This is something I feel that is common among the youth of today's world where growing up is seen as something that everyone wants to do. What people fail to realize is how much misinformation there is about growing up.
In the 60’s the video games were very different then our current video games. Atari was created in 1972 and is a producer of home video consoles, it made it big by creating a virtual space that's bigger then the screen. Tetris was created by Alexey Pajitnov and it was sold as a handheld game which made it a well known brand. Some of the games they mention connect to violence and they reason this because people would stay in all day playing games that are mindless but have a violent component in them.In the earlier version of video games they were simple. They didn’t go past the screen so the space of the game was limited. The games were simple and only could be one player or two player and involved bouncing a ball back and forth. The games today are intricate, they are played internationally. They allow communication across the interface along with an expanded screen. The expanded screen means you can go beyond the physical screen and explore more of the virtual world. This allowed for more intricate games to be created, it allows racing games with a longer track and war games with continents. The differences are astonishing and the technological advances reflect on our society.
My dad working out of state means that he is gone for weeks, maybe even months, at a time. The first holiday he missed crushed me. He was working in Indiana over Easter and wasn’t gonna be able to make it back in time for the family dinner. Him not being there meant that it was the first year that he didn’t help me and my older brother search for our easter baskets or to sit down and eat sunday dinner with us. Experiencing this for the first time changed how I felt about family gatherings. I started to cherish the times when he could make it home for the holidays. The times that he could I payed more attention to him and didn’t sit on my phone. I learned how important the feeling of family is.
Watching my dad back his new work truck down the driveway and start the four hour drive to Indiana I realized that my mom was now the only other person with me at the house. My brother had already moved out to go to college and now that my dad was gone it left just me, my mom and our dog in our big house. Now that there was only two people in the house more responsibility fell onto my shoulders. I had to take on more chores and grow up a little faster. This transition for me was where I grew as a person. I become more responsible and learned how to organize my time and be an adult. I learned how hard it was to run a household and how much my dad contributed. Before this I had never realized just how much he helped around the house but now that he was gone I realized just how much he did.
When I started on the equestrian team I was the most inexperienced rider on the team. As my confidence grew in my middle school years I was sure that as a freshman I would be a leading earner on the team. The level of competition in high school equestrian dwarfed that of what I was used too. Freshman year I failed miserably in the shows I went to. The feeling of gaining confidence then having it swept out from under your feet was crushing. That feeling of pure demise drove me to realize that things won’t just magically come easy. It made me acknowledge that everytime I ride I need to push myself to become better then my past.
Without a sound the wolf pack slipped in and out of the tress. Silent shadows in the early morning. They were following a herd of deer. The winter was harsh and had stretched the muscles of the pack thin. Their stomachs twisted in hunger and their teeth snapped at the snow wishing it was satisfying meat. The deer ran out into an open field and tried turning back realizing their grave mistake. The wolves were on them too fast. They stood little to no chance. Those deer held the wolves over until spring. The ice melted and gave way to fresh buds on the trees and wolf pups playing in the den. The older wolves were hardened for another year and the young wolves were enjoying the spring sun. At least all was at peace.
The color red is the color of her dress when you go out dancing on a Friday night. It is the color of her lipstick when she is feeling bold and kisses you. It is the color of the brand new car that is in your dreams. It is the color you feel when a great pain strikes your life. The color red appears in the small things in your day. Sometimes it is a small flower on the side walk. Other times it is a dashing glance at someones shoes. The color red can also be major parts in your life. It can be the color of the truck racing twords your house to save it from flames. It can be the color of the wood on your mothers casket. The color red is something we don't forgot.
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