I looked at the really steep hill ready to go up it. I felt really calm when my sister Nichole said that we are going to trot. I never heard that word before. It sounded like the horse will go nice and slow. My fingers felt numb and cold. I had been in the same position since we started riding our horses. I had been riding for an hour but it felt like I had been riding the whole day! Suddenly, my horse started sprinting at top speed. My helmet was too big for me and it was going up and down. I kept lifting of the saddle, thats how bumpy it was.
“I don’t like this!” I yelled holding on as tight as I can. I thought I would go flying off the saddle. My heart started pounding fast. Finally we came to a stop. I was glad that it was all over.
“I don’t want to trot again”, I said out loud. Nichole and her best friend started laughing.
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