The Back Story.

The background story:
    I am your average teenager, I like to hang out with my friend, play sports, and a do a mishmash of other things. My main joy in life are my horses. I got my first horse after getting my black belt at the age of 10. At the time I was the youngest in my dojo to get a black belt. Shortly after getting my black belt I got a horse like y parents had promised me. My first horse was a lovely 3 year old Palomino Paint mare, whom I still own today.
     I had found an fell in love with a vehicle, a '92 Toyota deluxe pick up truck, but realized I would need more money. So I set about doing odd jobs to make some money. In the mean time I was wanting to get a young horse to train. A mustang or some other yearling was my first choice. But I would need money to do this as well. It seemed as if I was in a rut.
     About a week later I received an email from my 4-H leader informing me on a opportunity run by the Mustang Heritage Foundation. People between the ages of 15 and 18 could apply for a position in which they could train a  yearling mustang for 12 weeks and get paid a maximum of 750$ while doing it. Needless to say my jaw hit the floor. Looking at the due date I see that it is due in less than 2 weeks. I set off to work.
     My lovely parents were also very eager to hear about this opportunity and they have helped me become more prepared. I wrote all of the three essays and my mom revised them for me. I also completed a resume and a facility form and sent those in with the application packet. Now all I could do was wait.
    I remember the day with perfect clarity. It was Thursday, March 29th. I had come after a rough day at school. No one was home and I was moping about. I saw the light on the message machine flashing and my heart jumped to my throat. I played the message and was gravely worried when I heard it was for me. The speaker had a very serious, fatigued voice so I was worried that all my hard work had gone to waste. Then she said those wonderful words, " You've been accepted into the program." My breath was swept away and I nearly fell to the floor. All of a sudden this overwhelming happiness and fulfillment  began to seep up from my toes all the way up to my head. I was elated and over joyed. None of it had seemed real. After that everything was a blur. I remember calling my dad and remember him asking, " Do you need some weights? You sound like you are about to float away."
     Over the following days I set up my appointment to pickup the mustang, arranged to get the trailer we were  borrowing, and rearranged the corral.  Now, I anxiously await Wednesday to finally see my future 12 week project.