Table of Contents

Chapter One: Meet The World!
Chapter Two: No Ordinary Family
Chapter Three: New Addition
Chapter Four: A Girl And Her Horse
Chapter Five: The World Gets Smaller
Chapter Six: Celebration Of A Lifetime
Chapter Seven: We'll Be Seein' Ya'll!
Chapter Eight: A Step Forward
Chapter Nine: Royalty? I Think So!
Chapter Ten: Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
Chapter Eleven: Fishing And Fishtails
Chapter Twelve: Country Strong
Chapter Thirteen: Barrel Racing

Chapter Four: A Girl And Her Horse

The snow was lightly falling outside the big family room full of loving relatives in their pajamas, and the Christmas tree was overflowing with presents waiting to tear into the perfectly wrapped gifts. It was my ninth Christmas and I was anxiously waiting what I was to open that morning.
Less than thirty minutes later, all the presents were opened and scattered on the living room floor. But, strangely I felt that my siblings had opened way more presents than me. I was a little disappointed that Santa didn’t bring me as much as he brought them. So, I sat in the middle of the living room wondering what I must have done wrong.
A few minutes later my mom called me from the kitchen to look for a blanket in the hall bench. I made my way to the bench and opened it slowly. When the seat came up, it revealed a small note with my name on it. Looking around I opened it and read what it told me to do. I suddenly felt that I was in for the surprise of a lifetime.
The note instructed me to go to my bedroom and look in my dresser drawer. So, to my bedroom I ran. At every different location there were small presents and clues about what was to come. I was sent outside with my family to my dad’s truck seat. His seat revealed a lead rope, which gets hooked to a horse’s halter. At this point I was ecstatic and had a feeling what was next. The last note sent me to the final stall in our barn. Not wasting any time, I ran to the barn, threw open the door, and approached the last stall.
My eyes could hardly believe what they were seeing. A beautiful, jet black pony, stood in the stall eating hay, looking as if she belonged there. I was speechless and just stood there in shock. My dad touched my shoulder as did my mom on the other side. Then I heard two soft words of my mother say, “Go pet her baby.” I slowly approached my new pony and stroked her withers. Her head lifted and met my palm. She met my eyes and I instantly felt a connection. I named her Shada because of her coat color, and we were inseparable for the next few years. I loved her and she taught me a good deal of what I now know about horses.
That Christmas was and still is the best I have ever had. What little girl hasn’t ever wished to get a pony for Christmas? I mean really? And the fact that I can actually say I have is the most amazing feeling. A pony can be a child’s best friend. Not only are they always there for them but they also teach responsibility.


Chapter Thirteen: Barrel Racing
A warm summer day is perfect for a high school rodeo. But, with this rodeo comes necessities including a fenced in arena, an announcer, bookkeeper, sponsors, and last but not least a competitor. With these things you must also have an event, which in this case is barrel racing. A young teenager and her quarter horse is something indescribable. The way her horse can dig in and maneuver around three barrels in a cloverleaf pattern at top speed is breathtaking. The trust and grit these two have in each other shows brightly in the result of their run and on this warm summer day, this was the case with me and my horse CC Nova Villa.
Barrel racing is my favorite rodeo event in High School Rodeo. Just seeing the dirt fly from the ground when the horse is almost completely sideways and the rider’s trust and grit is like no other. The swift runs bring applauding audiences and a true money’s worth of competition. High school kids compete against each other while cheering each other on. Friendships in the association are strong. They make you want to stay where you are and freeze the rest of the world. Rodeo is a lifestyle and cowboys and cowgirls make a living out of this.
A big sorrel quarter horse, teenage girl, and the perfect companionship make up the spirit of rodeo. Three barrels, two hearts, and one dream run the future of rodeo. Barrel racing is my lifestyle, obsession, and only known way to escape the everyday stress of life and be alone with my horse, doing what we both love. I wouldn’t change that for anything.

1. How do you feel right now?
I would have to say that I feel pretty average at the moment. I am also excited by the fact that it is Friday and i'm going to a rodeo tonight. Rodeos are my comfort place and they help me get away from all the stresses of school and work. Not that I don't like school and work but right now I'm feeling country.

2. Is your room/house clean?
Well in order to answer this question there is not much thinking involved if you know me. My room is like a smooth piece of wood surrounded by rough and tough wood. (Simile). I am a neat freak so my room is always clean and I clean my house when things look out of place or get messed up. This is why winter is one of my least favorite holidays, because there is always rock salt by our front door from people walking in and I have to clean it.

3. What kind of vehicle do you drive (or if you don't have a vehicle what kind do you wish you drove)?
I drive my black Ford Ranger XLT everywhere I go. It is an amazing vehicle and I absolutely cannot drive a car. It would be like Daniel trying to walk without crutches...a failure. I learned to drive in my dad's truck and have had problems driving cars ever since. I guess I am just a truck girl. Plus I need my truck bed to help me haul water, hay, and tack to my horses if needed.

4. What do you want to be when you grow up?
When I grow up I want to be a gradeschool history teacher. I'm not sure why, the information just seems to call out to me (Personification). This would work out perfectly for me because I would have summers and holidays off to compete in rodeo and raise foals in my breeding program. I would be a middle school teacher though because I don't think I could handle all of the high school drama and attitudes while I was teaching. But honestly, you never know.

5. You're on death row and you get to choose your last meal. Describe your choice.
If I am ever on death row (which I hope I never am), I would want my last meal to be a grilled cheese sandwhich and a chocolate milkshake. My reasoning for this is because I love grilled cheese. I always make one or two when I get bored and wish I had a milkshake to go with it. The milkshake would be chocolate because chocolate is pretty much my best friend (Hyperbole).

6. Do you believe that everyone deserves a second chance? Why or why not?
I strongly believe that everyone does deserve a second chance. Now a third or depends on the situation. Everybody makes mistakes so I believe that we should all have the chance to fix them. But, if it happens over and over again, it means obviously somethings wrong and you need to get your act together.

7. If abonded in the wilderness, would you survive? Explain.
If I was ever abonded in the wilderness I'm not sure if I would survive. I have a lot of outdoor experience and would know how to get food, water, and shelter. It really just depends on if I could get five fine fish frying every Friday (Alliteration). I were to be overpowered by an animal or nature became fierce.

8. Describe your best friend.
My best friend is Taelor Furry. I met her three years ago in Mount Vernon, Illinois at a high school rodeo. She was new and didn't have anybody to talk to and I went up to her and introduced myself. That day we made a pledge to make it to nationals within our four-year high school rodeo experience. We are best friends, but the tough part of it is that she lives in DuQuoin. Which is way down in southern Illinois. Knowing that makes me feel like a sad, blue stream running through the woods on a Monday afternoon (Imagery). So we stay in touch and hang out at rodeos. Its a good friendship.

9. Who is the cartoon character that you most resemble? Explain the similarities.
The cartoon character that I feel I most resemble is Sandy Cheeks off of Spongebob Squarepants. We are similar because she is from Texas and is kind of stuck in the ocean, where she doesn't feel she really belongs and I used to live in Texas too. Sometimes I feel that I should still be in Texas, but I'm stuck in Illinois. I admire Sandy though for her grit and for living at the bottom of the ocean for as long as she has.

10. I can't live without ___.

I can honestly say that I absolutely could not live without horses. These animals are my life and god's greatest creation. I have been raised around them and have never been without horses. My horses are like my family and I don't know what I would do without them.


NAME: Nickers or Nicks
BIOGRAPHY: Nickers was born in a big, warm, heated stall in the month of April. He grew up by his mothers side and she taught him almost everything there is to know about being a horse. But on the day of his second birthday, he was separated from his mother when he was sold to a new owner that goes by the name Jim Hankins. Jim placed him in the pasture with multiple other horses his age and they quickly became friends. Nicks grew up in horse heaven it seems. Multiple meals a day, groomed every day, brought inside when the weather was too cold, and trained at a slow pace as not to be rushed. He is still currently residing at Jim's barn with his friends Sniglet, Wrinkles, and One Eye.
AGE: Three Years Old
HEIGHT: Standing 15" hands tall at withers
WEIGHT: 975 pounds
BODY TYPE: He is a quarter horse. Stocky and a little lean. He has built up muscle, but his shoulders have not yet completely filled out.
FACE TYPE: He is baby faced with soft expressions.
COMPLEXION: Nickers is a strawberry roan/sorrel color and his face is mostly bald, meaning white.
EYES: Pretty blue eyes.
HAIR: His mane and tail are a flaxen color, sort of like a cream or blond.
CLOTHING STYLE: Since he is a horse, he might occasionally have a stable blanket on but other than that just his coat.
SPEAKING STYLE: He is short and to the point when speaking. Nickers doesn't beat around the bush.
GENERAL DEMEANOR: Nicks has a pretty easy-going, laid back type of personality. It takes alot to make him mad and set him off. He gets along with pretty much everybody.
CAREER: He is a barrel horse.
PREJUDICES: Nicks isn't too crazy about horses who think their all that and then go out into the arena and tip every barrel. He just thinks everyone is equal and deserves a chance.
BEST QUALITIES: His bloodlines, looks, and heart.
WORST QUALITIES: His eating habits and protectiveness.
WEAKNESSES: Nickers main weakness would be his attention span.
HOBBIES: Whenever Nicks isn't at a competition or in the practice pen he likes to stand in the shade of his oak tree and relax in his free time.
TALENTS: He is an awesome barrel horse and has qualified many times for state shows and rodeos.