All four girls are down with fevers starting last night. I was up all hours. I felt like I was a Tylenol distributor/Ibuprofen dealer. Cool cloth here, Gatorade there. You know what I’m saying. You can pray. I’m still standing! So, with that in mind, I’m publishing a story my 10-year-old, Maile, wrote this year in school. Yea for Kid’s Writing! Down with summer sickness!
Get On Your Horse
by Maile Sciba
“All right, Maile, get on your horse,” Dad said. I couldn’t wait. It was my first rodeo! I had a really good horse, too.
I started to warm up my horse, so she wouldn’t get hurt. I blinked as a soft breeze blew sand into my eyes. Just as I had finished warming up, the announcer said that I would be the first one doing the barrels. My stomach lurched in pain. I was so nervous.
My dad called for me, “Maile! Where are you?” “I’m right here,” I answered. He grabbed the end of my reins and calmly led my horse to face the barrel. My horse, Little Red, started going crazy. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he said in a struggling voice.
“Now!” I said firmly. He let go of the reins. Red sprang into action. It was like we had outrun my fear because my stomach ache was gone. My horse and I ran around the barrels as fast as a race car. I finished the perfect run. About two weeks later, I found a hundred-dollar check in the mailbox from the rodeo.
I figured out my talent. Do you know what your’s is? The thing is if you find out your talent, and if you really like it, you’ll want to work on it almost every day….just like me.
So, get on your horse.