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So ever since I was little we have been going to rodeos. My dad was a bull rider in Texas then he meet my mom at jewelry school. They got married here Oregon and he kept riding until he broke his collar bone and punctured his lung. Once me and my bro were like nine we started to rodeo. My brother is a bull rider and bareback rider and I'm a barrel racer. When I barrel race there are three barrels in the arena shaped as a three leave clover. You have to go around the first one turn right around then the next is left around the barrel then the last one you turn left to and just kick your hose til it gets past the eyes. When your barrel racing you have to go as fast as you can and the person with the lowest time like 15.83 than you will probably be in second or third.