If I could haave a bottle filled with one of my memories I would have the memory of me riding my aunt's horse, Prince. It was last summer when I went to my aunt's house. I spent the night at her house and I went out in the pasture to play with Prince, an all black arabian horse, and the miniature horses. My aunt walked up to me and asked if I was having fun and I said yes. Then she asked if I wanted to ride him and I said yes. I was very excited. She brought out the saddle and bridle and set it on my cousins play set. Then she handed me his halter and lead rope and told me to go get him. I quickly went out in the pasture and got him.
