SnapShot By Gabrielle Siwik

My picture
By Gabrielle Siwk

As he had ran once before. Is how he is running right now. Clenched on tight. So I

wouldn’t fly off of his bike. My hair whipping me in my face felt like bee’s stinging me

but the pain only lasted a second. I still didn’t want to let go of him. Cause I loved

how I felt with him. How free I felt. With his hair soaring freely around us made me +

feel protected. So nothing could keep us apart. As I lifted my head up to see how fast

we were going made a smile swim across my face. I held on tighter so I wouldn’t fall

off. My heart felt like it just exploded into a million pieces. As the air waked me

around. I felt free like no one could compare. No one could say any thing to make me

feel bad. I felt like we were connected. I felt like we were the only 2 there and no one

else. As the ride stopped I looked up and around he slowly came to a stop. I hoped off

his back and gave him a kiss. Then went on my way to brush him off with his rains in

my hand I felt as if I just made a new friend one how would stay with me forever.

I would call him mine from now on. Besides he was my horse.

My Picture is my first horse back ride.