Thursday, March 10, 2016

Horse Camp Coming

I love horses, but the last time I rode one was when I was three years old. And I am probably going to go to a horse camp this summer. If you can't guess, I am very excited. My mom warns me that horses may be bigger than I expect. But then, as I said before, I rode one when I was three, and it must have been giant to me. And around that same age, I was taken up into one of those huge crane-like digging machines at a construction site, and it was shaking and moving the whole time. So I can pretty safely say that I am used to riding on or in vehicles/animals that are bigger than me. But I guess I will find out in a few weeks, when I go see the camp and meet the horses. More specifically, meet the horses I will have to trust. Isn't that right? You know, about horse riding being all about trust? Well, it better be right. And I guess I should hope I don't end up with a back-stabbing horse that betrays me at the most crucial time in my journey and- oh wait, that's a character you sometimes find in a book who betrays the main character around the middle of the book.

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