My heart raced as they called my name. Emily rubbed my shoulder and said nothing. She didn't need to. I could understand her.
I could feel her legs wobbling on my sides. She shifted her body weight forward and clicked her tongue. I moved forward.
I could hear the roar of the crowed, I could see the flashes of cameras. I could feel the world watching me. Then suddenly I felt an excitement surge through my body, pumping through my veins. This was the biggest moment of my life.
As we rode out into the arena flashbacks of my life came back to me...
I was born on Schleich farm Tasmania, Australia. I can remember the beautiful green hills silhouetted against the clear blue sky, and the taste of clean fresh air. And the perfume of sweet flowers could make you think you were in paradise.
Tasmania also had a ruggard beauty you would see in the bleak winter days, where snow would fall from heaven on top of snow. Horses would rely on each other to keep warm, or be lucky enough to be placed in a barn with sweet smelling hay used to insulate us horses from the bitter cold.
I hope you enjoyed the first part of my story.