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The announcer clearing his throat is like thunder during a storm
The crowd roars
The reins slide though my hands
My horse prances to the gate as if going up the first hill of a roller coaster
The wind seeps through my shirt
The sun beats against my face
As I turn back I notice the look of frustration overcome the arena
My hands are saturated from wiping the sweat off my horse
A smile overcomes my face
From the corner of my eye I see jaws drop
As the gate holder congratulates me
A wave of pride comes my direction
Loose strands of ribbons hit my ...