I grabbed my helmet from the shelf. The sun had just risen, glowing through the trees like a flashlight on the damp grass. The car was packed to the top with show clothes, makeup, food, and drinks. We rolled into the parking lot. I slowly opened the door and rose out of the car, the the cool, morning air hitting me like a wave from the ocean. Already horses were being worked in the arenas on longlines. trotting around in circles to warm up their legs, probably getting dizzy. I approach the silver metal trailer, Goldie lifts her head up from her breakfast and looks at me, as if saying, “How are you this early morning?” Goldie tossed her head before returning to her hay. She had the biggest personality ever put inside a horse, and all the horses in the world, no matter how expensive, could never measure up to her. I walk up to her and give her a hug, before grabbing a brush and starting to rub her coat until all the dirt was gone. Next I got her bridle and slipped it over her ears. She didn't even hesitate when I asked to slip the bit in her mouth. …show more content…
First up was our pleasure class, where we would go into the arena with the judge standing in the middle. She would call out what she wanted us to do over the speakers. The stands were packed with parents, grandparents and little siblings. My cheering squad consisted of my mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, and little sister. My light blue show jacket was zipped all the way to the top, the sequins pinching my neck. My hands shook so bad on the reins, they were confusing Goldie. Is my helmet crooked? Is my shirt wrinkled? Do my chaps look ok? Man my head hurts! I feel sick. We were now in the arena. The judge inspecting each one of us. If Goldie could sense my nerves, she sure wasn't showing