Why do the outriders in horse racing ride in western saddles and not English?

I have written answers for questions like this many times becuase they are my favorite ones to answer:) This probably won't answer the question exactly but I will go ahead and put it down:P (im copying it from my horses video on youtube lol) The friends we love the most hurt the most when they leave. I cannot explain in words how much I loved this amazing animal. This horse meant the world to me.

I have dreams almost everynight that he comes home finally. I was truely blessed to have him. Here is mine and his story: I had a friend who got me into to drill teams, but my mare was sooo not cut out for it.

I started going to my friends house often and she had a pretty bay 18 year old gelding named Mango (registered name Mango Irish). I rode him all the time when I went to visit and I fell in love with him very quick. My mare had bucked me off almost a year before and I was afraid to lope.

I would just trot Mango around, and he decided to scratch away my fear. I was riding him and he just picked up into a nice, smooth lope but would break down into a trot everytime I got to nervous. He was the first horse I ever jumped on, ever rode bareback on, ever GALLOPED on.

I developed a bond with him quickly and I was heartbroken when I found out my friend had to sell him. I had my parents watch me ride him, and they seemed to know that this was the horse for me. I had him for 3 years, and I did drill, barrels, poles, ANYTHING that came to mind.

He was an absolute dream. He would be laying in the feild and I would go lay with him and we would both fall asleep:) He was the kind of horse any little girl should have as a first horse. He taught me to trust, and to have fun.

If I fell off, he would stand right there next to me and give me such a sad face. Several times I had taken him in the round pen and hopped on him without a halter or anything and just lope around. I could put little kids on him and go tack up another horse while he just walked around.

He was such a calm horse and a good friend, but allways in the back of my mind was what could happen...and of course, it did. Late Saturday, November 26, he had a really bad choke. I was at my grandmas and my brother came to get me.

The vet was on the way. He was in so much pain it absolutly killed me. It took the vet 2 hours to get the food unplugged.

I stayed with him all Sunday. On Monday, my mom woke me up and she had found him with a terrible nosebleed. I kinda knew that this was it.

I took a shower (and I hate myself for that) and my mom cam in screaming "I think Mango is dying!". I went running out to the barn but he was already gone. I just layed on his neck and cried and screamed (even right now im crying).

It so sad to think what a great horse he was and how quickly he was gone. I never even got to say goodbye. Horses are only ours for a while, so its best to love them while you can.

We buried him at my friends house, and it was the hardest thing for me to do in my entire life. I remembered all the fun we had, the drill competions, the rodeos, and just layin around. He was buried with my friends 2 other horses who he had shared a pasture with.

I will allways love him and I will NEVER forget what an amazing friend he was.

I was looking at horses on cregslist and I found this 3 year old filly with hardly any training and I just couldn't stop thinking about her no matter how many times I tried to convince my self that the horse I was looking at leasing would be better (more training and less commitment) so I went to look at her and I loved her but it took me a few days to decide that I could work with her and train her now I am so glad that I got her.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.