Big Horse, Little Rider

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Big Horse, Little Rider Part 1
By: Jennifer L. Bramhall

	 "Come on Jen, we are going to be late," my Dad hollered.  Today was the day I went without my Dad to an endurance ride.  I was packed and ready to go in five minutes.  I was so excited, yet so scared.  I had to feed and tack my horse up all by myself! I never did that before.  I didn't know what to feed him, when to feed him and how to tack him up correctly.  The day before, Roxanne Ciccone, one of my Dad's friends, called telling me I was going to the Ponce De Leon endurance ride with her and leaving my Dad behind. Rebel, my Arab, was my responsibility and I had to feed him and tack him up by myself.   Roxanne said she would help me tighten the girth and stuff like that but most of the time I was looking after him