The First Ride
Riding. Something I vowed that I would never do again. I try. I fall. I try. I fall. I just can't do it. And to top it off, horses were the cause of my dad's death. Why would I want to ever ride again? That's why I'm not going to again... Well, I. was. wrong.
I had just gotten up late when my mom called me, "Amanda!"
"Coming!" I called back. I had this feeling that I knew what she was going to say... again.
Once I got downstairs, mom said to me, "Do you want to ride with me today?"
I was about to stomp away when mom said, "Come on Amanda. Dad would have wanted you to keep trying. Won't you do it for him?"
"Mom. Sorry to break it to you, but he died." I said as I almost turned around to go upstairs.
"Amanda.." Mom told me. I understood what she was saying. I walked upstairs to my room and threw myself onto my bed. But the the next day she asked the same thing.
Mom has been asking me to ride every day ever since I said that I wouldn't ever again. But this day was different.
"Amanda? Can you please ride today?" Mom asked.
"FINE. I'll do it this once. But if I fall. I will never do it again. Got it?" I said finally giving up.
Mom just smiled. Then I went upstairs and slipped on my riding boots that I've had for who knows how long and they still fit me! I ran outside and mom already had Sugar tacked up for me. I have never ridden her before. But I did know one thing about this horse. She is the absolute sweetest horse you will ever meet. That made me feel a bit better.
Then I mounted onto her with mom's help. I knew how to steer her and all that I am just not that good at it. I started at a walk. I was a bit scared that I would fall off at first but after a few minutes of riding, I was a bit more confident. Then I put her into a trot.
"You're doing it, Amanda! Keep going!" Mom called to me. I couldn't help not smiling. Sugar didn't need but a gentle tug and she was off where you wanted her to go.
Then mom said, "Canter, Amanda, Canter!"
I was a bit nervous about cantering but I did it! I am not going to gallop yet though. I don't think that I'm ready for that yet. Then I slowed down to a walk. I stopped and said, "Good job, Sugar." I patted her on the shoulder and dismounted.
I loved that horse. She helped me face my fears and I couldn't have done it without her. It was my first, genuine, ride. I am for sure going to ride more now. Horses are now my life. Riding is my life. And Sugar is my best friend.
Hope you all enjoyed! :)