moms. We all walked out the door. We ducked underneath the branch of the weeping willow in the clearing. When we got to the horse Hana saddle her's up, and I saddled mine and Jesa's up. "Come on girls let's go." I said in a quiet western accent. They both giggled. I her rocks grating. It's Kendall. "Can I ride with you guys too?" she asks. "Sure." I say. Were gonna hit the rough trails now, I thought to myself. As I dismounted Jane to help Kendall saddle her horse, I realized she already had. In record speed. That's interesting, I thought to myself. I'll find out later. I hopped back on. Kendall looked a little nervous. But she had steady control of the reins. "Let's go!" said. I spurred Jane into a trot. I fiddled in Jane's saddlebag for my flashlight. I switched it on and shined it in the path. We all trotted on, and I have to say I enjoyed it. We where all getting along. We where all riding. This was a sense of perfection I loved to feel. This is what I felt when I took a group on a trail ride to rainbow meadows. Same with our overnight campfire trips we did with the handicapped kids and their friends and family's. This was beautiful. This is what gold is made of. I'd have to start working on one of those crazy stories that have theories about what gold is made of.
You know, this might possibly work. We COULD all get along. WE just had to try. I know that wasn't always on the priority list for everyone, but we had to try. There was no other was around it. Our mother's weren't exactly the kind of parents who let everything fall to pieces, no matter what Kendall said.
Kendall wasn't all that bad. She may say mean thing's about horses, but she did own one, and she did ride. She just made it seem like she knew nothing about them. I knew that none of her friend's knew she rode. I was another asset of why she didn't tell them. I'm guessing it was embarrassing to willing spend time with her worst "rival".
She just hadn't regained her good opinion about horses, especially after this summer's accident. I understand it was hard for her, but it wasn't her horses's fault. Thing's happen. However, I think she would have won that junior hunter competition, if that hadn't had happened. It was the audience's fault, but still. She lost her place. She still did lessons, we just worked on horsemanship trust all the time.
Riding was very rewarding. I think it changed Kendall. She's still not always agreeable, it doesn't make that drastic of changes, but she's learned a lot. It's not hard for her to earn people's trust anymore, because she had to earn the trust of a high spirited filly. It helped a lot. She really liked riding, and she was really good at it. I mean, I would know, I take lessons with her from my own mother. She had gumption, and she was determined. She just didn't always show it.
Kendall rode like a champion. She also looked like a champion. She loved her pink practice breeches, and her slim black leather boots. Her riding jacket was navy blue, and it did quite well with her yellow breeches. She was used too looking her just walking around, and she was determined to look her best riding. I remember the time we were ordering her a riding helmet. She had too have a five-star stunning helmet, no exceptions. We went through six websites before she was satisfied. She was finally happy with a $80 competition helmet. Talk about high-maintenance.