Post by Morgan Cohen on Mar 3, 2009 19:38:05 GMT -6
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Status: Accepted[Morgan Cohen]
Introduction
My I introduce myself? I am Morgan Cohen. I am 16 years old. I have been riding for 6 years and consider myself an intermediate rider. I am a girl and I happen to find guys attractive.
Mirror Reflections
My hair is brown and long. I often wear it down around my shoulders and my face. Lips plump and as red as cherries, I fancy looking at people through my glorious hazel eyes. Being smaller than most my age I look up upon them in their size but down upon them in their riding skills. Slender legs carry me across the ground and urge on equines. Most people see me as tiny and unimportant, but I have other ideas.
Psychoanalyze Me
I tend to fall for any sob story at any time. A little on the quiet side, I don't talk much. The only creatures who really seem to understand me are horses. People have never related to me, seeing as I talk so little. Then again, I can also be a little of a poor sport. This can sometimes get me into trouble.
.:likes:. Horses, dogs, cross country eventing especially
.:dislikes:. Cats, asparagus, dressage, anything spiffy and uptight
.:weaknesses:. Falls into temptation easily, falls for any sob story
.:strengths:. Very strong willed, very good listener, listens well
.:fears:. Falling off her horse at a water jump, hurting herself in an event, falling off a horse period.
A Glimpse of Ages Past
My mother was a famous pianist, my father a painter. They didn't make two much money, but we had a nice apartment in a nice little suburb. It was always my dream to ride horses, but for my family it was out of the question. Even though I was an only child, being spoiled was not a part of my life. Over the years I begged and begged until my parents gave into the riding gig. At the time I was ten years old. How would I explain my reaction? Let's just say I was bouncing off the walls.
I rode at a quaint little farm. It was nice, my instructor informative and understanding. My riding lineup consisted of a bay Warmblood gelding named Sprecker. Competing [and winning] in most of my cross-country events, my parents finally realized my true potential. We didn't have the money for a horse, but my parents rounded up the money for me to come here. And recently, they have somehow found some of the money for me to own a horse. Now all I have to do is earn the rest. Now, I am here.
A Horse’s Life
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Status: Active
Registered Name: Fireside Bonanza - Known As: Bonz
Age: 6 - Sex: Gelding - Height – 16.2hh
Breed: Anglo-Arabian - Color: Chestnut - Discipline: Everything but mainly Cross Country -
Personality: Bonz loves running and jumping. If you watch him in the pasture he'll be frolicking like a happy little colt. But sometimes he freezes up on the course and goes off course. Completely. And he also hates oxers and blows out lots of corners. Ahh, Bonz. What will we ever do with you?
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