She had dreamed of this moment for so long. Ever since she was a little girl, she loved watching the barrel racers at the rodeo, admiring their speed, agility and grace. She wanted to be just like them, to feel the wind in her hair and the thrill of the competition. She worked hard to save up for her own horse, a beautiful chestnut mare named Ginger. She trained with her every day, practicing her turns, timing and balance. She entered every local event she could find, gradually improving her skills and earning some ribbons. She made friends with other riders who shared her passion and encouraged her to pursue her goals. She never gave up on her dream, even when she faced challenges, setbacks and doubts. She always believed in herself and her horse.
And now, here she was, at the state finals, ready to show everyone what she was made of. She felt a surge of excitement and nervousness as she waited for her turn. She heard the announcer call her name and number. She took a deep breath and gave Ginger a gentle pat. They trotted into the arena, greeted by cheers and applause from the crowd. She saw the three barrels set up in a cloverleaf pattern. She nodded to the judge and signaled to Ginger. They dashed towards the first barrel, making a tight right turn around it. They sped to the second barrel, turning left this time. They raced to the third barrel, completing the loop. They sprinted back to the finish line, crossing it in a flash. She looked up at the scoreboard and saw her time: 14.76 seconds. A new state record! She had done it! She was the number one barrel racer in her state!
She felt a wave of joy and disbelief wash over her. She hugged Ginger’s neck and thanked her for being such a loyal partner. She heard the crowd roar with applause and admiration. She saw her family and friends waving and cheering for her. She saw the judge approach her with a big smile and a shiny trophy. She had achieved her dream. She was a champion.