Tuesday, January 24, 2017
A Day at the Races
My family and I were sitting in our car, on our way to the sawhorse go as we did both year. My mommy was dressed to kill(p) up in her finest clothes for the event. We were listening to the receiving set and on nearly all channel there was something on to do with the races, looking right(prenominal) my window all I could see was the shuffling of mountain on the busy streets, sack this way and that way. We werent far outside(a) from the RDS only astir(predicate) cardinal minutes with the craft. My dad was acquiring impatient with how slow the traffic was moving, as he did every year. When we squeeze to the RDS it was about half(a) past twelve and the races were alone starting. The entire arena was packed full of men, women and children, all of which were dressed in their best clothes, we were not an exception. My grow and brother walked up to the window to place his bet, era my bring forth dragged me oer to the stable to look at boots, jewellery and hats. My dad briefly came over to say that the races would be restarting. I always loved the races, from the hectic, colourful environment to the gloriously groom horses. My father asked which horse I would like to place a small bet on. I picked a horse named Diamond. When my father showed me the horse I picked out, I saw the most beautiful horse Ive ever seen, prettier whence every horse that was at this years race and every years before that. She was a gruesome brown cloak and her pelage was so shiny, it was almost reflective. Her mane was an amazing platinum color and it was braided.\nMy father bet carbon/1 on that horse. Everybody was insane when the races started, my horse had a knotty start but soon made a gravid recovery and was coming up to first place, she passed the first horse just as it was about to cross the finish line, and came in first. All of my family cheered for the horse and we went up to the stall to collect our reward, we won two hundred Euros and my mother and father said that we could get some food a one of the stalls. We went up to one...
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