In My Heart Of a Helpful Sole

this is the story of Prince and how we became freinds. when my dad was a kid he had a white horse called Prince. Prince and my dad went to pony club together and rode over the hills. when i was born, i had a rocking horse that i played with. i couldnt stop riding the rocking horse, it was so fun. one day my dad gave Prince to me. i sat on Prince and my mum led me around. when i was 2 years old, i rode Prince by myself. i had my dads jockey helmet on and just some normall pants, and a top of course. i rode him in the lane way, which is a paddock. when my brother Lucas was born i led him around on Prince but i was still only 2-3 years old. Prince was very old, so we could do nearly everthing on him. he wouldnt mind if we pulled his tale, or slide down rump he didnt care about anything. my dad taught me the right clothes to use and how to hold the reins, how to get him moving when he wouldnt go. it was actually really fun learning about horses. me and Prince trotted over poles and sometimes i led Lucas around and i was pretending i was the boss. but one day Prince became very ill. it was time for Prince to rest. We gave him his dinner and said goodbye. i kissed him and hugged him for hours, then i said one last word and ran inside. i cryed myself to sleep and the next morning i ran outside to see if he was still there, but he wasnt. my smile turned into a sad face. as i turned around. all the fun days had gone. but Prince wouldnt want me to be sad all my life. i remembered that i should be happy for Prince and that he's moved on. but Prince is in my heart, in my heart of a helpful sole.