The memory I would put in a bottle is that I rode my first horse when I was 4 years old. I would open it only a few times so I could still remember it. I was 4 years old and I went to a friend of mine. When I got their, I saw a tan colored horse who had a bridle on it, I wondered if my friend was going for a ride, but she wasn't. She said I was going to ride him, and I was so happy. His name was Paul, and after my first ride, I never stopped. When I got older I got better with riding, and soon i'm going to ride a new horse, his name is sunny. He is a dark brown horse. I don't have my own horse, but I want one.
