Ever since I was little, I've always wanted a horse. To me, there's something about taking care of a beautiful creature and then later, being able to ride them. My dad would often say no to buying a horse -- considering we didn't have the house nor backyard for it and stables cost way too much. But it just so happens that during my early high school years, I went to a nearby stable and I began to care for the horses that were there -- especially one that didn't have a name. Their owners just left him there. The owner saw me petting him and asked me to volunteer to take care of him. Apparently the horse that I chose to take care of had a nasty streak to most people. But to me, he was so kind and allowed me to get close to him. So for a couple years, I was taking care of him and I was able to ride him with the owner watching over me. Because he had no name, I called him 'Promise' because I made a promise to him that I'd be there.
Unfortunately, the stable closed down three years in, and the horses had to be transported somewhere else. So, it was the last time that I saw Promise. D: But yeah, horses would have to be my favorite non-traditional pet.
