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My Grandfather's horses
My Grandfather's horses
My grandfather, the one I love, has a passion for horses. He likes horses so much that when he was young he bought a ranch, one in which he did not only have the horses, but in which he used to ride all day long. He owns a special horse. I remember it had a long gold hair and an immense height. I have never seen one similar to it; even its color was different. It was really special. It was beautiful. During summer, I sit on the grass to watch it run and jump freely. It gallops in such a way it seems that nobody can stop it. It gallops like there is no tomorrow. My grandfather loves it because it is unique, it is special. Even though my grandfather competes, he never rides his special horse in one of his contests. During a competition he prefers to ride one of the other horses he has, because he is afraid something could happen to his favorite horse. He is afraid it could hurt itself and never get recovered. My grandfather’s horses were special not only for him, but for all the family. He learned to ride when he was a kid. After he bought the ranch, he taught my mother and her siblings how to ride too. Everyone love horses and are good riders; even my grandmother loves them. I… I’m not a good rider. I’m a terrible rider and the worst thing is that I’m afraid to ride. I’m absolutely different to my grandfather. He has courage, he has passion, he’s not afraid of anything. The only thing we share is the love for that horse, the special one. Nowadays, he doesn’t compete anymore. Instead, he goes to every race he can to bet. He has good eye while choosing a horse. He chooses horses with potential rather than the most popular ones. There’s no day I don’t remember all the afternoons I stayed with him, sitting in the grass watching the horses running freely, watching them enjoying their life without worries. I should learn more from him. I should learn more from those horses. What I did learn from him is to appreciate every single thing that life gives me, because you never know when it will stop giving them to you. I learnt to live every moment like if it would be the last one, I learnt to live like there would be no tomorrow. (409)
Stephanie Garza Flores
