I’ve been taking riding lessons for nearly a year and a half. About two and a half years ago, I started taking lessons. I took them for about seven months then took a six month break. In May I started them again, with a new, better trainer. Some days I love it, some days I hate it, but I guess that’s the way it is with anything (for me at least). The only complaint I consistently have is that I don’t get to ride enough.
Last spring, I tried to convince my parents to get me a horse. My dad said no, but if I finish my first year of college, he would get me one. I am glad I didn’t get one back in the spring—I was not ready to have one then. I feel I am ready now, or if I’m not completely ready now, I will be come May. I can’t wait.
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