Taffy was a gift from my big brother Chad, when I turned six years old. He took me out to the barn on my birthday and showed me the brand-new filly. Then he told me she was mine and that together we'd train her to be the best little filly in the valley. I couldn't believe what he was saying, since Chad is sometimes so mean and teases me. But when I looked at my mother, she nodded, so I knew it must be true.
It was a lot of work, but Chad knows horses better than anyone in the whole valley, and Taffy is the very best horse around (well, I think so anyway). She's fast, too. She won the Fourth of July race (the boys' heat) last summer. I almost didn't get to race her, since I'm a girl, and girls aren't supposed to do such rough things. But the racing officials listened to my brother and they let me enter the race. Ha! So much for boys doing all the fun things!