My parents were buying me a horse for my birthday. We had been driving all over the state, it seemed like, (though not really) looking at horse after horse, but none seemed the right one. Bit was actually the first horse that we went to see, but we decided to have a look at a few others before deciding.
When it came to the final choice, we were on the verge of getting an old horse named Rusty. But then I I thought of Bit, and I knew I just had to have him. Rusty just wasn’t the right one.
My mother was a bit concerned, since he was a retired barrel racer and probably apt to run, but I convinced her otherwise.
She had good reason to worry.
We drove the two hours up to the farm where he lived to get him checked out by my horse instructor, (for health problems) just to make sure, and then came back once more with a trailer to pick him up. I’ll always remember that day. I’d never been so excited in my life. I could hardly sleep all night, and woke early in the morning, practically prancing around with excitement the whole time until we left—and the whole time in the car, too, if prancing is possible in the car.
Bit was nineteen years old at the time,
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