by Parker Liam
Hello everyone! I'm Parker Liam and I hope I'm welcome here gals... Anyway I read Josh's story and it inspired me to write mine down.
So when I was around five years old I fell in love with my aunt's horse, Misty. The sad thing is we live a long ways from them, so I almost never got a chance to ride him. Finally, (after a lot of begging), my mom bought me a horse. She was about 14.5 hands tall, black with white socks and totally stunning. When I got her she was about 5 years old, and you might think that would be a handful for little me. Well, it WAS! She was green broke, and I still don't know what mom was thinking when they bought her, of all horses. (Although I wouldn't have traded her for the world.)
After some bonding time and a bit of ground work I decided the time had come for me to get on. I wasn't one bit scared, since I'd never seen a horse do anything that it wasn't supposed to. Plus I was this guy that wasn't scared of anything. (Yes, that's how young and little I was). So since my dad didn't live with us at that point, my mom came and held Star Dancer while I tried to hop up. My but she was tall! I sat there for a while, looking around, getting used to her, and getting up my nerve to go for an actual ride.
Suddenly, my mom's phone rang and she told me to get off so she could answer it. I stood beside Star Dancer for a long time, petting her, talking to her, and leading her around. My mom was taking so long!
Finally I just started to unsaddle Star and let her go, when my mom came out of the house looking very shaken and on the point of tears. My dad had had a motor cycle accident, and was not expected to make it. He was holding onto life by a thread, and even thought a few months earlier mom had made him move out, she suddenly had to see him before he died.Please comment for the rest! I'd love to finish if anyone wants to hear. :)
Thanks so much for the support guys! Mom rushed me to the vehicle and we sped off to the hospital. Apparently, within the last few minutes she decided that she could live with dad after all if only she could. How we ever got to the hospital I really don't know now because she cried all the way.
At first the nurses weren't going to let us in to see dad, but finally mom persuaded them that it was urgent and they led us through long hallways and up elevators until we got to the ICU where dad was waiting to have a surgery.
He was in a coma and couldn't talk, but that didn't make mom alot of difference. She talked to him anyway, even though there were tons of doctors and nurses running around him checking monitors and things.
Finally they wheeled him away, and we sat down for a long wait. Fourteen hours to be exact. The doctor changes his mind about dad dying, and thought he might pull through after all. One of my friends mom's came and picked me up and I stayed at their place for the most part while dad was in the hospital.
I guess you're wondering what happened to him. I don't really know, I was too young to care. I know he had head injuries, some broken ribs, and a shattered ankle. The worst part about everything was that I didn't get to see Star Dancer for three whole weeks. Over the fence yes, but that doesn't really count.
Dad came home and life turned back to almost normal. Some changes were good, like dad paying attention to me and acting like he really loved me. He promised me that I could have Star Dancer for my very own, and that he would help me ride as soon as possible. That came sooner that mom would have liked, but for me I waited forever. One afternoon he hopped up from the dinner table and asked me if I wanted to go riding. Of course I did!
Out in the barn I had to do most of the tacking up since dad had crutches to hang onto. I was barely big enough to hang onto the saddle, climb the mounting block dad had built for me and through the saddle on. Beings we were western, the saddle was rather large and heavy! Dad made sure I got it all right and then told me to hop on.
Now keep in mind that Star hadn't really been ridden for half year, other than me getting on her that one time. Most parents wouldn't have let there kid get onto a green broke that hadn't been ridden for so long, but as you can see my dad was not the average! On I went and things were going great! Then there was a burst of activity and I was on the ground right under my horse. She thankfully didn't step on me and I got up and back on her (dad insists that that is what you do when a horse dumps you). He let me around for a while until he was satisfied that I wasn't scared any more and Star was calmed down. We had these sessions every few days and she threw me every time.
Then one day I landed wrong and broke my arm. Obviously I couldn't ride, but even though we butted heads most of the time I had come to love Star so much that I didn't blame her for me getting hurt, and spent every spare minute with her. Gotta go I'll write more ASAP. (If I get enough comments OK?)