first sight. There, standing just ten feet in front of me was Buckshot; a gorgeous paint with big, brown, eyes that shimmered in the setting sun. I slowly walked up to him and stroked his big soft nose; I couldn't stop smiling. I looked at my mom and said, “Mommy, one day I will own a Buckshot, and I will ride him every day, and love him forever and ever.” To this day I still have intentions of keeping that promise. I don't own a horse now, but last year I had one that I always rode and took care…
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