It all started when me and my sister decided we would go for a ride out. We went to the shop and brought a drink, then we set off to the horse field. When we got there we brushed the horses then we set off for a ride.
I was riding my 12hh black Dartmoor called Rosie and my sister was riding her 15hh colored Cob called spike. As we got to the big green, Rosie started rearing. I stayed on at first, then all of a sudden I found myself on the ground in agony. My sister didn't have a phone, so she couldn't call for help.
Luckily my cousin came walking down the green hill we were on and carried me home as I was in too much pain...
