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I told you I would tell you the story about my day at the horse show as many times as you wanted.
This is my way of doing it infinitely, so you can come read in any time you want!

So, enjoy the story. And please, know that I acted so rash because I love you, and you needed a good shove just like we all do sometimes. Keep your head up, big sister. I'll always love you.

As we got there, we were dropped off at the entrance while Jennor went to go park the van. We walked inside and saw a pug and a corgi roaming around nearby their owners. The first tented area we went to was a ring with rusty bars where the owners were riding their horses in trots. One horse had his head down and was running like his very life depended on it, lap after lap, even though there wasn't any need to run and race. He was taking the day to enjoy himself. He even tossed back his head a few times and his mane looked beautiful as it flowed. I was jealous at that point; the boys had gotten to pet one already! There were only two vans available at the time, so myself and some others got picked up and brought back last. Anyway, I saw the show as more of a rag-tag display. It was patchy; there were indoors areas for calf wrangling, which I know you'd have disliked as much as me, and outdoor areas where the horses hair their manes and tails braided. One horse had a dark brown face, and then at the cheek his color cut off into mottled gray! I'd never seen one like that. It was like he was wearing a mask, and he had a white stripe as well, as if there were a tear and a bit of his "real" coat was showing. His mane was a stable black-grey color, like his tail. He was gorgeous, and if we hadn't been so cramped I would have taken pictures for you. One had a very short mane, but it was still braided. It was cute. Oh, but the people! There were gems and glitter all over their clothes! It was obnoxious and way too bright. But, one owner (even though highly sparkly) came over with her black horse that had a white spot over to the bars and let us pet him. I waited behind the crowd, and when they didn't move I snuck around to the corner and stretched out my hand. Despite all the other hands on him, he pulled away from their affection and pushed his snout against my palm. Even the owner said "he really likes you", and I was very happy. Even though all those other kids were their, he smiled upon me and gave me solo attention. I'm sure if you had been here he would have shown you the same love. After all, everyone does say we are so alike. We're both good people who somewhere along the way have gotten really messed up, and we think we have to handle our problems alone. But, I think that horse was telling me something. Maybe, even when you go it alone, you still need one companion. I was in the corner; he shouldn't have even noticed me. I had been sitting back alone all that time, and it was only after he did that that Vincent started talking to me, and for the rest of the day I relied on Vincent to keep me company, and to play a silly game of tic-tac-toe with me even when his friends came over and mocked "you're hanging out with a girl?" He smiled, and he simply said "yes". I hadn't even wanted to go to that gathering today, but I went, and at first, with all the girls who ignored me or otherwise insulted me, I thought I was going to be alone the entire day. Then, the boys started joining us, and I saw Vincent. At first, we were at odds at usual, and I still thought I would be by myself, but after that horse gave me a nudge in the right direction, I hadn't been so happy in weeks! Vinny is a great friend. He wouldn't leave me alone after I had said I wasn't particularly happy, and that I had been a bit depressed recently. He stayed glued to my side since then, and started talking about the silliest things. When I finally smiled, he pointed it out as an accomplishment. Typically, when someone achieves their goal, they move on. But he didn't. He still talked to me throughout the day and kept making me smile and laugh. So, today, I got a few pointers on what my goal of the day truly was. Not so much to have fun at the horse show, which I did, but to show that I cared and not give an inch on my desires to help someone.

Every horse was beautiful, there were white ones, black ones, mottled, and simple-coats as well. Either way, they all struck me in a place I hadn't been to in awhile. Simply joyful. Horses are some of the best creatures, they truly are. There were dogs at their hoofs and they were at each other's noses. It was cute. We saw a Australian Shepherd later on. Most everyone pet him. After that, we went to the park. Nothing of much importance to the story about the horses happened, but at the park was where the dots started connecting. The drive home was the final dot, and I figured out what the shape was. I needed someone today, and once I had my strength and happiness back, I needed to help you get the same result. I know I'm the younger sister, and I know you think you always have to take care of me, but I'm learning new lessons, lessons that you, as you've gotten older, may have forgotten. So, I'm going to refresh them for you! Today, it seems the most important lesson is to always have someone at your side. No matter how dangerous the tale in a story, their friend always stays with them. We're sisters - that bond means much more. For a long time, all we did was argue, and I took for granted the family I had, especially you. Another dot in the puzzle was when Vinny told me he had lost his mother. I started to wonder not only what would happen to me if I lost our mom, but I wondered about you, Jon, and Joey as well. I realized that, though I don't let myself cry or show very many emotions, Vinny was right. We'll cry like babies when we lose someone so close. I saw Vinny as a happy, secure person. WhenI found out his mother died, I was shocked. He was so strong to have picked himself up from that mess! I respected him, a lot. I don't know if I'd be able to come back from that low of a place, losing someone who meant so much to you. But I realized that I wanted to be like Vinny then. Not strong for himself, but strong in the manner that he realized others suffer that pain too, and wants to be there for those people. He made my day.
I only hope to help make your night. And thanks to that horse and Vinny too(though I'll never tell him how much he did for me today because it's embarrassing), even if I truly can't help you, I believe my heart is in the right place, because I was told by many people today that I had great potential. I'll never let those kind of things make me pompous or give me a big head, but instead I will let them be my tools to help other people. Tools that give me the courage to know that I can walk up to someone and be of use. That I know what to say, that I know that sometimes people just need what may at the time seem like harsh words to get them moving again. Heh, I even got told by a complete stranger that I'd make a good counselor. I don't know if I'd go as far as to say that, but as long as I am strong enough to help my family and friends, I'll be forever grateful for this one dusty Sunday at the horse show that got my boots properly dusted. Yup, these boots were definitely made for walkin'!

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I told you I would tell you the story about my day at the horse show as many times as you wanted.
This is my way of doing it infinitely, so you can come read in any time you want!

So, enjoy the story. And please, know that I acted so rash because I love you, and you needed a good shove just like we all do sometimes. Keep your head up, big sister. I'll always love you.

As we got there, we were dropped off at the entrance while Jennor went to go park the van. We walked inside and saw a pug and a corgi roaming around nearby their owners. The first tented area we went to was a ring with rusty bars where the owners were riding their horses in trots. One horse had his head down and was running like his very life depended on it, lap after lap, even though there wasn't any need to run and race. He was taking the day to enjoy himself. He even tossed back his head a few times and his mane looked beautiful as it flowed. I was jealous at that point; the boys had gotten to pet one already! There were only two vans available at the time, so myself and some others got picked up and brought back last. Anyway, I saw the show as more of a rag-tag display. It was patchy; there were indoors areas for calf wrangling, which I know you'd have disliked as much as me, and outdoor areas where the horses hair their manes and tails braided. One horse had a dark brown face, and then at the cheek his color cut off into mottled gray! I'd never seen one like that. It was like he was wearing a mask, and he had a white stripe as well, as if there were a tear and a bit of his "real" coat was showing. His mane was a stable black-grey color, like his tail. He was gorgeous, and if we hadn't been so cramped I would have taken pictures for you. One had a very short mane, but it was still braided. It was cute. Oh, but the people! There were gems and glitter all over their clothes! It was obnoxious and way too bright. But, one owner (even though highly sparkly) came over with her black horse that had a white spot over to the bars and let us pet him. I waited behind the crowd, and when they didn't move I snuck around to the corner and stretched out my hand. Despite all the other hands on him, he pulled away from their affection and pushed his snout against my palm. Even the owner said "he really likes you", and I was very happy. Even though all those other kids were their, he smiled upon me and gave me solo attention. I'm sure if you had been here he would have shown you the same love. After all, everyone does say we are so alike. We're both good people who somewhere along the way have gotten really messed up, and we think we have to handle our problems alone. But, I think that horse was telling me something. Maybe, even when you go it alone, you still need one companion. I was in the corner; he shouldn't have even noticed me. I had been sitting back alone all that time, and it was only after he did that that Vincent started talking to me, and for the rest of the day I relied on Vincent to keep me company, and to play a silly game of tic-tac-toe with me even when his friends came over and mocked "you're hanging out with a girl?" He smiled, and he simply said "yes". I hadn't even wanted to go to that gathering today, but I went, and at first, with all the girls who ignored me or otherwise insulted me, I thought I was going to be alone the entire day. Then, the boys started joining us, and I saw Vincent. At first, we were at odds at usual, and I still thought I would be by myself, but after that horse gave me a nudge in the right direction, I hadn't been so happy in weeks! Vinny is a great friend. He wouldn't leave me alone after I had said I wasn't particularly happy, and that I had been a bit depressed recently. He stayed glued to my side since then, and started talking about the silliest things. When I finally smiled, he pointed it out as an accomplishment. Typically, when someone achieves their goal, they move on. But he didn't. He still talked to me throughout the day and kept making me smile and laugh. So, today, I got a few pointers on what my goal of the day truly was. Not so much to have fun at the horse show, which I did, but to show that I cared and not give an inch on my desires to help someone.

Every horse was beautiful, there were white ones, black ones, mottled, and simple-coats as well. Either way, they all struck me in a place I hadn't been to in awhile. Simply joyful. Horses are some of the best creatures, they truly are. There were dogs at their hoofs and they were at each other's noses. It was cute. We saw a Australian Shepherd later on. Most everyone pet him. After that, we went to the park. Nothing of much importance to the story about the horses happened, but at the park was where the dots started connecting. The drive home was the final dot, and I figured out what the shape was. I needed someone today, and once I had my strength and happiness back, I needed to help you get the same result. I know I'm the younger sister, and I know you think you always have to take care of me, but I'm learning new lessons, lessons that you, as you've gotten older, may have forgotten. So, I'm going to refresh them for you! Today, it seems the most important lesson is to always have someone at your side. No matter how dangerous the tale in a story, their friend always stays with them. We're sisters - that bond means much more. For a long time, all we did was argue, and I took for granted the family I had, especially you. Another dot in the puzzle was when Vinny told me he had lost his mother. I started to wonder not only what would happen to me if I lost our mom, but I wondered about you, Jon, and Joey as well. I realized that, though I don't let myself cry or show very many emotions, Vinny was right. We'll cry like babies when we lose someone so close. I saw Vinny as a happy, secure person. WhenI found out his mother died, I was shocked. He was so strong to have picked himself up from that mess! I respected him, a lot. I don't know if I'd be able to come back from that low of a place, losing someone who meant so much to you. But I realized that I wanted to be like Vinny then. Not strong for himself, but strong in the manner that he realized others suffer that pain too, and wants to be there for those people. He made my day.
I only hope to help make your night. And thanks to that horse and Vinny too(though I'll never tell him how much he did for me today because it's embarrassing), even if I truly can't help you, I believe my heart is in the right place, because I was told by many people today that I had great potential. I'll never let those kind of things make me pompous or give me a big head, but instead I will let them be my tools to help other people. Tools that give me the courage to know that I can walk up to someone and be of use. That I know what to say, that I know that sometimes people just need what may at the time seem like harsh words to get them moving again. Heh, I even got told by a complete stranger that I'd make a good counselor. I don't know if I'd go as far as to say that, but as long as I am strong enough to help my family and friends, I'll be forever grateful for this one dusty Sunday at the horse show that got my boots properly dusted. Yup, these boots were definitely made for walkin'!