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my childhood
horse
BY
sandra
contreras
B
ack then, when I was a child, in my
home country of Honduras, where I
am from originally, my dad bought
for me a beautiful horse. I named him
Vicrobich. As I said, Vicrobich was a very
beautiful horse. He was red, and the
mane was dark auburn. The tail was the
same color as the mane.
One day one of my brothers, one of
my sisters, and I straddled Vicrobich, but
Vicrobich was not tamed yet, and he
began to run wildly. When he was running, I gripped my sister’s waist, but I
was the last one on the horse, closest to
Vicrobich’s tail. So, I was the first one to
fall down, then my sister, and the last one
who fell to the ground was my brother.
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IN OUR OWN WORDS