11 months and 11 days later,
I was born. Not a whole lot is known about be from those days... there aren't even any pictures of me back then for you to see how cute I was! (The one above is pretty close though.)
I was born on a Thoroughbred farm that bred racing horses- where I was a little out of place. Twice as big as the other foals too. Maybe a little clumsy as I was growing into myself, but I could still run fast like the rest of them!
I was born on a Thoroughbred farm that bred racing horses- where I was a little out of place. Twice as big as the other foals too. Maybe a little clumsy as I was growing into myself, but I could still run fast like the rest of them!
Soon I was donated to a Sport Horse Program, where I going to be trained alongside some "off-the -track race horses" and sold as a "sport horse" to make money for an Educational Program. First they turned me out on beautiful rolling hills for a while to let me frolic and play and grow up a little bit. When I was a little older, and much bigger, I was moved down to the barn. I don't remember much from those days. Except no matter how much I would try, I just didn't always understand what they wanted from me. When I didn't know what else to do, I started to rear and run off as fast as I could. I knew they weren't happy with me, but I didn't know how else to get away. They were planning on getting rid of me.