It was at the age of six when I learned one of the biggest lessons to this day. It was on one bright summer morning when I was riding my horse with my two brothers. I had been riding my Pinto Pony, Sunshine.  Although a pony sounds small, you must remember to a tiny six year old it was enormous.  I absolutely loved to ride Sunshine all the time. My brothers were riding our Palomino and Mustang because they were much older than me.  We were riding in a little valley behind my house and I decided to pick up speed; not nearly as fast as my brothers.

I loved the feeling of the wind flowing through my braids. At that moment, I had found my serenity. Almost at the same moment, my horse bucked me off and I found myself flying through the air like a kite. Before I knew it, I was on the ground in tears. I did not ever want to ride back on that evil creature. My brother leaped off his horse and demanded I jump back on. I begged and pleaded to not get back on, but he didn’t give in. That day I learned in life when you fall down, even if it seems hard, you have to get right back up and continue.