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A Run to Remember Thirteen can be a challenging age. Not only did I have to adapt to my changing body, I also had to deal with my parents' bitter divorce, a newly family and the upsetting move from my country home to a crowded suburb. When we moved, my beloved companion, a small brown pony, had to be sold. I was trashed. Feeling helpless and alone, I couldn't eat or sleep. I cried all of the time. Finally, my father, realizing how much I missed my pony, purchased an old red gelding for me. I named him Cowboy. I joined a riding club and endured rude comments and mean snickers about Cowboy's looks. I never let on about how I felt, but deep down inside, my heart was breaking. The other members rode beautiful registered horses. I finally realized that my only chance to compete would be in the time-speed events. I chose barrel racing. One girl named Becky rode a big brown mare in the races. She always won the blue ribbon. But, the stinging memory of Becky's smirks made me determined to beat her. For the whole next month, I woke up early every day and rode Cowboy five miles to the arena. We practiced for hours in the hot sun and then I would walk Cowboy home. On the way home, I always felt very tired. The day of the racing finally came. I entered the arena. At the signal, we dashed toward the first barrel, quickly whipped' around it and with perfect precision rounded the second and thundered on to the third. We tore around the final curve and shot for the finish line. No cheers filled the air. With the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, I heard the announcer call our time. Cowboy and I had beaten Becky. I gained much more than a blue ribbon that day. At thirteen, I realized that no matter what the odds, I'd always come out a winner if I wanted something badly enough to work for it. I can be the master of my own destiny. 3. How was the writer's horse?

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