Horses

Horses!

I used to have a black and white horse named Oreo. Oreo was kept at my dad’s friend Mark’s farm. I used to get riding lessons every day by the instructor named Dori. Dori is a professional horse rider and she was an amazing coach. One day, we had to get rid of Oreo. My dad never told me why. I hope he is free somewhere roaming in the hills. I miss him a lot, because the last time I was riding him was when I was probably seven or eight years old. I will always love horses, but I will never look at a black and white little horse the same way ever again. Also my dad had a pony when he was younger. Riding horses is my passion.