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Barrel Racing

Photo: © Cowboy Pix *with permission from subject

Writing Prompt
1) This is you on that horse. Write a letter to an old friend describing this event. Describe how you feel riding that horse; what the moment meant to you.

2) What's the most adventurous thing you've done? Or, would like to try? What's stopping you?

Word Prompt


WHY said...

Dear Sharon:

I did it this time! I won first prize in the barrel racing event:) I beat out Diane by 3 whole seconds. You should have seen the look of horror on her face. That bitch! She deserves it for spreading all those lies about me. Apple Jacks was so awesome. He didn't hesitate once. When we got close to the third barrel, I thought he would slow down, but he didn't! He's my baby, and I love him.

Let's go out for pizza when I get back home, okay?

Miss ya!


P.S. Can't wait to see Jason ;)

Anonymous said...

The most adventurous thing I've ever done is to get married. It's been an uphill battle ever since!
But, it's going to be my best journey, ever!

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

I went skydiving twenty years ago. A friend talked me into it. And, like an idiot, I went along. It was tandem style, meaning I was attached to the instructor who wore the parachute. After a bit of training, we loaded the plane and took off a mile into the sky.

When our time came, we held onto the wing, walked out onto a narrow steel bar, and tipped back into a sea of blue.

It was an exhilarating and amazing experience!

We literally floated onto the ground. Funny thing, I wasn't afraid the whole time.

Would I do it again?

Not for anything in the world!!

Sarah Copeland said...

Dearest Laura;

I WON! I won the national barrel race event in Calgary last weekend. My stallion, Quinsam, behaved like a right gentleman he didn't give me any trouble at all. I wish you could have seen us fly around those barrels, I swear we became one as we pounded that dirt track. Time seemed to slow down as soon as the starting pistol was fired, even the dust like a thick fog swirling around my head taunted my nostrils in slow motion. I will tell you all the details when I see you next.

Following footprints
I wander in circles,
deja vu like a
scratched record telling
the tale of my life.
I journey on and curse
the comfortless shade
that conceal my guides

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

Whether it be truth or fiction, thank you for sharing your stories :)


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