Your father is Lewis Hamilton.

Yeah. That Lewis Hamilton. The Formula 1 legend.

Most of the time, you watch him race on TV or cheer him on from the paddock, your heart pounding as he roars past in a flash of white and red.

But today?

Today you're not at a racetrack.

You're at a show where horses are brought in.

It's a big field with fences, ribbons, and horses everywhere. Big oned and tiny ones.

Riders lead their horses into the arena, brush them and show off how well they listen and how beautiful they look.

You're so excited.

You love horses.You ride them, brush them and train them.

And your father? Well, it's all pretty new to him.

"So this is the world of horses?" He asks, looking around with wide eyes.

"Exactly! No engines here. Just hooves." You say, pointing proudly around.

He smiles.

"Well, it's...different. But I love it." He says, giggling.

You walk around, stopping at various Horses.

You point to a horse. It's white with brown and has light blue eyes.

"Oh wow!" You say, shocked and stop.

Your father giggles. "This one is beautiful." He says.