Getting Closer to a Cowgirl

Ever since I was little I always dreamed to be a cowgirl someday. Although, now that I'm getting closer to it, maybe I could just be a half cowgirl. Just kidding, who goes around and says, "Hey half cowgirl!"? No, it just doesn't work. Well, I know a lot of people are probably wondering what I'm even talking about right now so let me tell ya. My grandma says I can't be a real cowgirl until I've been bucked off and can show everybody that I can get back on after I'm bucked off. Well I still haven't been bucked off a horse (That one can wait) but I have been scraped off, nearly hitting my head on a tree branch in the process, and, just recently, I half fell and half jumped off a galloping horse after losing my stirrups. I know, I need to work on my riding. Although my mom says I need to work on my falling and my dad says, "Tuck, drop, and roll." I'm not on fire, Dad! No, my response to that one was,"Dad, maybe I'll try that next time but I was too busy trying to land on my back instead of my front, not hitting my head too hard, and especially not getting pulled in under the horse." Ouch! I try not to think of that one. I called after Pistol but he was running wild and free. Actually, I think he just wanted to look that way so I wouldn't come after him. Five minutes later, when Diane caught up, we found him around the bend eating grass. Yep, he's a smart one all right. That does show you how fast I was going though if it took Diane on her horse five minutes to catch up to me. Well, that was my weekend. How about yours?