I come from a herd of horses galloping down the hill to get their feed.
I come from a farm where I played and played for hours on end.
I come from riding my big highland pony called Beauty, without a saddle nor proper riding clothes.
I come from getting the sheep only in the winter.
I come from having playful pet lambs running around the farm.
I come from going to horse shows with my mum all the time.
I come from my pony Timmy zooming of away from my mum and me falling off the side.
I come from having so many little devils that buck me off.
I come from having lots of ponies and then finding the perfect one.
I come from having a family member that has little chats with the Queen
By Claire