Since I can remember living in Nicaragua I always remember seeing horses. Even when I was very little my family already let me ride horses in the company of a relative. My trip to preschool was a little long so my grandmother sent a cousin to take me to my school on her horse, until finally one day I rode one by myself, and even though the horse was trotting slowly I fell.  After seven years I never fell again and that's why I want to ride a horse whenever possible. I liked to race horses with my cousin and my brother, until I moved to the city where I stopped doing it often. When I went to visit my grandmother I started riding horses again. Sometimes I used to caress them and comb their hair.  I chose this as an "object" because I feel like it represents a part of me, my childhood and what I like. I see horses in a special way in addition to how I feel when riding them. I feel happy, free, and calm. I hope one day to return to my grandparents' house and take a horseback ride again through the places I always liked. 

– G.E

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