My uncle who owns a horse ranch gave me a horse for my 21st birthday. Most people give people my age a car if they want to give something expensive. I got something that uses horse power, but it wasn’t quite what I expected. I wasn’t prepared to take care of a horse, and I really didn’t know what to do with one. My uncle suggested that I should try putting the horse through racehorse training so it can be a professional racer. He believed that with enough work, the horse could make it to some of the big horse races and win.
My uncle and I took the horse to a local facility that trains horses to race. The horses go through a rigorous process of speed building and jumping to make them faster and build up the strength in their leg muscles. I never really thought about how much work the horse has to do to get through an entire race, especially with a person riding on their back. Even with all of this work, the humans reap most of the rewards. We get the cash prizes, while the horses get more food and a chance to reproduce.
After a couple of months at the training facility, the horse was ready for its first race, and I was going to be the jockey. I was nervous about our first race, but the horse looked fine. If the horse was as nervous as I was, he surely didn’t show it. The horse and I went into the gate and waited for the race to start. The gates opened and the horse bolted out of the gate at a blazing speed. I held on with all of my strength while everything moved past me in a flash. We made it to the finish line before the other horses, and I was trembling.