by heartbeat for horses
I remember my first home like I lived there yesterday. It was a large green field with colorful wild flowers looming across the earth. A large creek rushed under the trees flowing in the wind apples cherries and oranges covered the trees and few lie across the ground.
I remember I stayed under a large tree with my mother, Star, beautiful chestnut mare with a star and four white socks and deep brown eyes. I was a dark bay color. I loved to race with the other foals in the large racing farm.
One day, a man in his 40's came out to the paddock and put a halter and lead on me. He led me away from my pasture, mother and friends. I was led up to a large barn full of sleek thoroughbreds large stalls and large tack rooms. The man hooked me to long pieces of colorful ropes on the hooks beside the stalls which were called cross ties and disappeared into the tack room.
He came out with a soft brush and quietly and slowly began brushing off my coat. "Well fella, this is your first training session!" The man said.
Later that day, I was led into a large box stall and the door was closed. I couldn't go back to my mother as I was in a process which was called weaning. I wanted to see her very badly and began pacing my stall and kicking at the door.
Eventually, my mother passed by that evening and stopped at the stall for a moment. "Pharaoh," she said, "stay calm my dear one. You're going to be trained as a race horse like I am. Listen carefully and always do as your told." She nuzzles me for a second before she was led away once again.
Part two coming soon!