The story of the first horse riding

Lincoln once said, "To defeat fear, not retreat." Facing various challenges in life, don't escape, don't retract, only the brave who faces it can continue to break through the limit and surpass themselves.

Ready, Rosie?

Are you ready, Rosie?

By Carol Coven Grannick

Illustrald by Rachel Dougherty

Audio graphic authorization: Cricket

Story profile: Since Rosie is very young, whenever she goes out of the city with her parents, she will imagine that she is ride on a horse outside the car and dances with her long hair. So when I learned that there was a two -week equestrian training camp, Rosie signed up without hesitation. Throughout the winter, she was looking forward to the arrival of this day, looking forward to the appearance of herself on the horse. But when her dream is about to be realized, everything is different. Facing the high -headed Malaysia in reality, Rosie began to be nervous. Although she did not admit it, everyone could see her timidity. The roommate Sasha is also here, and her family is nearby, so she has been riding from a young age, and she has long been an old rider. Compared with her, Rosie felt even more scared. Fortunately, the coach Kelly came to teach Rosie how to stroke the horse, how to get on the horse, and how to control the reins. Rosie gradually relaxed, especially when Sasha rolled to Rosy, and quietly told her that when she was afraid of riding a horse at first, Rosie finally relieved completely, and the horse moved forward!

"Hey! DONETE TELL Me You’ res scald! "Sasha Smirked at Rosie, then Leied Into Her Her Her Herse’ s Cheek and CircleD HIS Head with Her Arms, as if we nothing but a big stuffed animal.

"I’ m not. "The lie did n’t sound as definite as rosie wished it did. She turnet away from sash.

Rosie shuddered, backing away from where she stood outside the ring as Nugget blew out a long snort from her post inside. After begging to come to two weeks of riding camp instead of trailing after her violinist dad and French horn-playing mom on the symphony's Summer Tour, Rosie's Cowgirl Riding Dreams Had Dried Like The Red-BROWN DIRT AT HEET.

All winter Rosie had pictured herself galloping on a palomino down the country roads and fields in the camp brochure. Since she was little, whenever she and her parents headed out of town to where Chicago turned into country, Rosie would imagine she was outside the car , Galloping on the back of a Beautiful Horse, hair long and windblown, interstead of a tight mass of frizzy curls aginst her head.

"You are so, scald," Sasha Said. "I can talk."

Rosie pulled on a curl that hung stubbornly over her forehead. She kicked at some sand and shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to scuff up her shiny new boots. Rosie had earned money to chip in for their cost by watering plants and feeding the cat next door while the Riccardis were away for the winter. Now all she wanted to do was get them to look like Sasha's scuffed up boots.Sasha looked like a real cowgirl in old jeans, flannel shirt, and used-to-horses boots , her every-which-way hair sticking out around a face freckled and patched red by the sun. And really, she was a cowgirl. She lived on a ranch nearby and came to camp free each summer because her folks provided hay to Spring Oaks at a big discount. Why hadn't Rosie thought to look less like a city girl in new jeans, glittery T-shirt, and shiny boots? Maybe that would have made her less afraid. Looking at pictures of real horses all her life sure found't the way to beces a Cowgirl.

Rosie Forced a Smile and TOOK A Small step Toward Nugget.

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This article is published in "English Salon" (original reading) August 2022

Editor in charge: ZAN

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