by Rachel F
When I was 8 or 9 I took a trail ride with my father and younger brother, it was my first ride that i didn't have someone leading my horse, and I was very exited. Near the end of the ride a gust of wind blew an empty paper bag across my horses path, he spooked and bolted a held on as hard as I could, but I still fell of. The guide, after check to make sure I was OK, made me get back on the horse...
That was the best thing he could have done.