My Wild Heart

by Melanie



Jazz and me ( 5-9-2019)

So I have been posting on for years now, commenting on other's stories, sharing some of my stories and everthing. I read Josh's Forsaken and Parker Liam's Star Dancer and saw how much y'all guys loved those stories and I am stepping up and writing my story about my life with horses.

So the first bunch of years I'm going to sort of speed through and then get into more detail as I get closer to present day... Some things you should know though is I am the oldest of 5 siblings, I don't technically live where my horses are, they are at my grandma's who lives 20 minutes away from my house and I go there like 4 or 5 out of 7 days a week so I can horse around. ;) Other things will be added in as the story goes...

It started when I was a baby. Talk about love at first sight! My mom held me up to one of our horses and I touched him, and then pet him. Horse was one of my first words. I couldn't get enough of them. From then on, man I was hooked! As soon as I could walk I was toddling out to the fence to pet them. When I was like 2 I got to ride for the first time. It was awesome!

Years pass and I was 5 and still horsecrazy. A horse from our neighbors pasture escaped into ours. I say escaped because these people starved their horses, beat and abuse them. We had called the Sheriff on them a lot but they always got away with it. Finally this one broke through the fence into our pasture. He was a 5 year old bay stallion but sweet as a puppy! He followed me around everywhere. We kept him, castrated him and started train him to ride. The thing is he was okay with me but anybody else he was scared of. I'm sure he had been beaten. I named gim Phillip. Phillip bucked everybody off but me except once. That time I was on him and a bee sting him and he bucked me off trying to get away from the bee. I broke my elbow and after that my mom was scared of him and hardly let me on him. Then I went to riding Buck. He was a 15 hand paint gelding with an addditude. I shouldn't have been riding him but I wouldn't stop with horses and he was the only one who was "safe". And he wasn't safe. I couldn't control him. He scraped me off under so many trees, swam through so many ponds and creeks and kicked up his heels so much to try to get me off. We decided to buy me a trained horse. So on Face book, when I was 9, my grandma ran across this place where the sold a bunch of horses. We decided to visit there and see if any might be suitable.

We drove down the winding road. "Are we close yet?" I asked my grandma.

"Just a few more minutes" she said.

Shortly we pull up at this place with a big barn. We meet the people and and they show us around.

"This paint horse might me a good fit", the man said." He is young but obedient".

That paint just reminded me too much of Buck. I still rode him but I just didn't have any spark. Then they brought out a different horse. This one a sorrel mare. I rode her. I rode her a LOT. She was awesome and sweet. "This is the one," I told my grandma.

Okay that was the first chapter. Sorry if it's short and boring the others will be much better. I will add more later but I have to finish mucking out stalls!

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Jun 10, 2019
Part 3
by: Warhorse

Part Three

The next morning, Sunset was delivered. I was ecstatic! I led her around everywhere! Then that evening I rode her. She was so sweet and well behaved. I didn't have a saddle though so I just hopped on bareback. We went everywhere in the pasture!

The next day I rode her again and again the next, pretty soon, we got bored riding in our pasture. It is kind of large but it still got boring. Then I started seeing how fast we could go across the pasture. I started trotting, (keep in mind I was bareback) then I loped (for beginner horse people, lope is the western term for canter, in the story I wrote a while ago called "her own way", I set it in English discipline. Well I had to make myself write canter instead of lope as I am a western rider. Then I had to go back and fix all the times I slipped and put lope instead of canter. Lol! But anyway, back to the story).

It was one of the first times I had loped. It felt like flying! Pretty soon I was running everwhere. Sunset and I were awesome!

My grandma said to remember she was on the older side, the man had told us she was 20, so maybe I should take it easy on the galloping.

After a few weeks, I got a saddle! Just my size! I still usually rode bareback because I was too little to put the saddle on by myself.

One day, our cousin stopped by (he is some sort of cousin, 2nd or 3rd I think. My grandma's cousin's son.) He was a veterinarian and she asked if he would look at Sunset and see what he thought.

He walked over to Sunset. I was holding her. "She is just the sweetest thing!" I said, "And very obedient. AND fast." I went on and on.

He looked at Sunset strangely. Then he looked at her teeth.

"Lori, this horse is pushing 30," he said plaintivley.

Jun 09, 2019
by: Warhorse

Also, y'all can see a picture of Sunset that I posted shortly after I got her. Go to the latest, horse pictures from all over the world l, click on share your cool horse pictures but don't actually share. Below the form there should be something that says now see other's horse pictures. It is titled Sunset, buck, and Phillip. I just saw this the other day and a flood of happy, bittersweet memories rush through my haed. I was cute back then I thought. :) Anyway if you want to see something I wrote when I was 9 about her, do it. It's cute.

Jun 09, 2019
Part 2
by: Warhorse

Okay, so here goes. Part 2...

Part Two

"Are you sure about this sweetheart?", my grandma asked.
I threw my hands around the horse's neck,"Of course! She is perfect, and so sweet and pretty! Can we get her?"
"I have to talk it over with your Grandfather, your mother AND your father before any decisions can be made".
I groaned,"How long will THAT take?! Just tell them ' We're getting Melanie a horse, be home with it soon'".
"Very funny, pumpkin. But you and I both know it doesn't work that way".
" I think we'll go home and discuss it tonight and come back in the morning", she told the man.
"Get in the car, Melanie".
" Yes ma'am", I sighed. I slowly trudged to the car and and reluctantly climbed in, casting a longing look back at the mare.
As we drove home , I imagined her running beside the car along the roadside, jumping over ditches and driveways, going around signs as if they were barrels, even jumping over cars! When we had better service I called my mom on the phone.
" Momma I'm in LOVE", I told her. " She is so sweet and pretty! She listens very well and liked it when I rubbed her forehead. And her mane is so pretty and long, oh and her tail too! And she is just my size, not to small; she still looks like a horse, but she is so, um, what's that word? Delicate. Yup that's it! Delicate and pretty! And they say her name is Traveler but I think I'll change it to something prettier", I went on and
on about her.
When I finnaly stopped talking long enough to take a breath, my mom said," Can I please talk to Loli". ( FYI...That is my name for my grandma, my grandpa is Poppa, Loli and Poppa).
Mommy and Loli talked for a while... " She looked old", Loli said to Mommy.
" Old is good to an extent, though", Mommy said. " That means she won't be a Bucking Bronco or anything like that".
They talked FOREVER in my opinion. By the time she was done, we were almost home.
" We're going to go back tomorrow with your mother and Uncle Don and decide then". Uncle Don was Poppa's brother. He and Poppa had both been police officers in Houston in their younger days but Uncle Don had worked with the Mounted Patrol. He knew a little about horses so we would have him ride my horse to be and tell if she was a good horse or not. Let me tell you, that was one of the longest 12 hours ever! When I woke up I got dressed in 3 seconds flat and ran to my grandparent' s room.
" Can we go now? Let's go! Is it time?".
My grandma groaned, " Ughhh! First it's 'May I' second you just woke me up, third... It's 7:00. I'm not going ANYWHERE!Now get some breakfast, brush that wild blonde hair of yours, along with your teeth and don't bother me until 8:00. We will leave closer to 9:00 or 9:30".
I trudged through the hall into the kitchen and started the stove. I was going to make me some eggs. Mommy had just taught me how to make the scrambled fluffy ones. She said the flat ones ( fried eggs) were harder so I would have to wait a while before I could make those. I fixed extra for Loli. Poppa I figured would maybe want oatmeal so so didn't fix him any eggs.
Finally it was 9:30 and we were driving out the driveway. We would meet my mom and Uncle Don at the Walmart parking lot and she would follow us to the place to get my horse.
After what seemed like ages, We arrived. Uncle Don rode her.
" She's okay at reining but hasn't the slightest idea of what I mean when I use foot cues". Me, not knowing what foot and leg cues were didn't care.
My mom couldn't decide. She didn't know what to do. We had never done this before, bought a horse I mean. All of our horses we had now except for
one had been rescues. We went out to eat to further discuss this. When we were done, we still hasn't reached a conclusion. I called my father on the phone and asked him. He said YES!
We went back to the place, signed papers and arranged for her to be delivered tomorrow side we didn't have a trailer.
... That evening I sat on the couch thinking of names for her. My mom sat with me.
"What about something shiny or sunny. Like Sunshine or something?"
" I like that idea" Mommy agreed.
I was quiet for a minute, "What about Sunrise or Sunset? I love those." I remembered it was the afternoon/ evening that I had first seen her, and 24 hours later in the evening that the final decision was made. It had been sunset. Her name would be sunset.
" Her name is Sunset Blessing".

Jun 07, 2019
by: Aspen (Artist)

It's a good start, and I look forward to reading more of it, it was a bit short but some of my stories start out similar to this beginning also. Good job!

Jun 06, 2019
It is well written!
by: Josh

Please keep on posting! My first word was horse too>>

Jun 05, 2019
by: singin Cowgirl

OH MY GOD! What! You HAVE TO keep going... I love it!

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