I'm A Dreamer

After long sundays, I often retire to my room to think about the day's events. Or at least my favorite weekly activity. Sundays are lesson days for me. With my mom being a single parent, we could only afford lessons once a week. Distance wasn't an issue, the Equus Riding Academy was just down the street. Like most things seemed to come down to now, money was the issue.

Instead of focusing on that, I have always preferred to focus on the highlight of my day. Kismet. Kismet is my favorite schooling horse I have ever ridden. He's the gelding that lead so many of the Academy's riders to be confident in the saddle. He's like an old, wise man. The way to describe Kismet accurately as possible is calm, in a he's seen it all before way.

Most of my day had been spent on grooming Kismet, as my lesson had to be cancelled due to my instructor getting sick. I liked to keep him looking nice, and the Academy's  stable helpers sure appreciated it. Kismet has this joy of rolling around in dirt and mud when nobody is watching.

Seeing Kismet finally clean after he's been caked in mud from rolling is really satisfying. Just spending time with Kismet can make my week the best it possibly could be.

All This Glory - Introduction

I've always lived this life, you see. I've always had this desire to chase these dreams of mine, even if achieving them seemed impossible in my current situation. But in the beginning, they were almost close enough to touch.  To be straight to the point, I was one of those crazy horse obsessed girls in grade school. I'm sure every school has at least one. Back then, my home life was great. Weekly riding lessons filled my time, and even on non-lesson days, I observed my favorite schooling horses. That was before the tragedy hit. Everything was great back then. No worries, just the satisfaction of living every day to the fullest like any little kid knows how to. It's really saddening to see how things change.

It's been a while since I've been the kid I described previously. I've grown up. Maybe it's important I mention my name, Angelique Knowles. But please call me Angel. I never figured out what my parents were thinking, giving me such a long name. I couldn't find out now if I wanted to, though. My mom always said Angelique was my dad's idea. He's no longer in my mental picture of the family, he made his decision when he walked out on us eight years ago. I was only nine back then.

My mother's always been supportive, I should make sure that's obvious from the start. If you didn't know her as well as I do, you would never guess my father's choice affected her at all. I know her better then that, though. With my dad at her side, she was confident and went out with friends often. Now she spends most of her time home, cooking or cleaning. While I appreciate good food at the table, it still bothers me she hasn't quite gotten over him yet.

This is only the beginning. As I know better than most people, life goes on. You've got to learn not to let the past stop you, and continue to face life head-on, even if it's hard.