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I got my first horse when I was eight. I loved her more than anything. But my I had only been riding for two years and still didn't know alot about horses. Sandy was the first horse I looked at. My impatence and excitment won me over and I begged my mother for her. She gave in and the next week we trailered Sandy to the barn where I took lessons. Little did I know that I had bought a stubborn little quarter horse that wouldn't move. I bought a crop and got her to move a few steps now and then. We had a family tragedy and had to change barns. I moved Sandy to a bigger barn with more stalls. The first barn I went to didn't do jumping but this new one did. Sandy , of course, had been taught western and never learned to jump. I wanted to learn to jump so I started riding other horses. I still rode Sandy but my lessons were on other horses. Sandy got ridden less and less throughout the winter and was soon pretty hyper whenever I did ride her. My new instructer informed me that she did seen like a little too much horse for me. I agreed and so did my mother. But I didn't know this meant selling Sandy. But mother put her up for sale. She didn't sell for the longest time. Finally my instructor bought her. I still saw her so it didn't hurt to sell her. But my instructor sold her that summer and I cried for weeks. I slowely felt better. I still miss her and sometimes wish I hadn't sold her. If I could have kept her, I'm now experienced enough to have handled her but I realize that she would have held me back. Because I now have the freedom to buy a horse that can do everything I want it to do. Sandy taught me a lesson. She taught me pacience that I probably never would have learned anywhere else. She also taught me how to fall on the ground. But now I know that good things come to those who wait. That will be one part of Lucky Miss Sandy that I will never lose.

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