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MY FASCINATION WITH HORSES Wow, isn't these drawing fantastic? It wasn't done by me, I wish I can draw as well as that. :o( I can draw about average since I took art as an option in high school, but I am not as talented enough to draw like that. I found the two sketches above from google search engine when I was browsing for horse pictures. The artists who did those are really talented. I am so amazed by their abilities to capture the realism of it. I like the details, shading, and the expression of the horses. I love it! My horse fascination started when I was in elementary school. I believe I was in grade 5, and my teacher, Miss Weiss, told us we were going on a camping trip for a whole week. I remembered being so happy because it was my first trip away from home, and I was going to experience everything at the camp. The camp was called, "Camp Chief Hector." Rather than staying in a cabin, the students get to sleep in tepees. I thought it was pretty cool, because it felt so western, and backward...I had lots of fun there. I remembered we did lots of hiking, playing animal games, dodge ball outside, crafts, other sign up activities, lots of eating, and singing around the fireplace. I think being on a horse was my memorable moment because I remembered dropping the rein, and getting lost from my group. I almost didn't want to sign up for the riding lesson, but I got talk into by a friend. At the time, I rather learn about to ice skate, than ride a horse. The riding lesson was lots of fun. The horse that I was on was named Tina. She was a big, and midnight black color horse. I don't remember what breed of horse she was. The lady instructor showed us how to brush your horse properly, put the saddle on, mounted on your horse, and placed your feet in the stirrup. After, she showed us how to hold the reins, and direct your horse to turn, gallop, and stop the horse. When the lecture was done, we went off on a narrow trail. I was the last person in the line. I accidentally dropped the reins, and in the process I was left further behind in the group. I don't remember why I didn't called out...it was stupid of me. I didn't want to get off the horse, and had the horse ran off. So, I waited, and waited until somebody came by and passed picked up the rein for me. Eventually, I was able to find my way back to camp. I was so relief after. :o)