~The Story of my Life~

My name is Sun Chaser, though I did have many names an owners in the past. I am about 30 years old now. I am just a "been there, done that" horse. I have nearly mastered human language by now and I thought you would like to hear my story. I can remember everything.

The first part of my life was birth. My mother's name was Sun Goddess. She looked just like me, a chestnut colored horse with a long thick blaze. I loved her so much.

When I was born it was so bright and strange out in the air. When my mother touched me I felt safe. We were in a warm, cozy large stall with thick straw bedding. Then, I wanted to stand. My legs felt like noodles when I would try use them. I kept attempting to stand and then crashing down until my legs stayed sturdy. Then, I was starving I remember. My mother nuzzled me. I wobbled over and nursed on her.

I was born on a thoroughbred racehorse breeding farm. Within a week I was turned out with many other mothers and foals about the same age in a huge paddock on a warm spring day. I found out really quickly that I could gallop! It was the most amazing feel. But I always stayed close to my mother. I remember warring myself out and sleeping the day away.


About a month later I would stray a little far from my mom. I had many friends and loved my life. I had 4 friends, whom were named Flash, Stormy, Cloud and Sonia, but no one could compare to Lady. Lady was what her name says. She was beautiful and my best friend. She was what humans called "Dapple Grey". I was sure she would be my friend my whole life. I was unaware of my future.

Months go past and it is the end of summer. The air is very warm and the grass was dark green. The clouds formed marshmallows in the blue sky. But then there was my mother. Nothing could even think about comparing to my mother. She was so strong and tough but, kind and loving. My mother has taught me so much. She told me about my father. She didn’t really know much about him. Only that his name is "Storm Chaser". And that he is a very famous racehorse stallion. I Always tried to get info about racing but she not tell me much. She would just give me a hard look then go back to grazing. One of the other mares her age in the pasture told me that she was also a very famous racehorse mare. She was also so good that when she was retired at 4yrs old they bred her and kept her for breeding.

I was still mostly with my friends and Lady besides my mother. Lady taught me how to groom each other and we would always try to copy our parents and the other mares but, we would always fail. Lady and I would stand together all day. I hoped my life could stay just as it was.