My very first horsey adventure
I was 12 when a young foal ran away from our stables. My horse Aztec and I went looking for him but sadly couldn't find him. So we went back.
The next night, my dad said we had to find him before a big storm hit. So me and Aztec, along with a few other friends, went searching for the young foal. We found him just before the storm hit and we decided to name him "Wanderer in the Storm" but nicknamed him "Storm."
I am 14 now and storm and I are great partners because sadly, Aztec had to be put down after getting injured in a jumping competition. Storm and I are the best of friends. I love him so much but Aztec will always be in my heart.