I stared at the horse's back. He might have been skinny, but he was obviously not short. But it was nothing new. I had been up and down on a horse's back so many times in the past two years that wasn't the scary part. Actually there wasn't a scary part. What could possibly go wrong? A windy path, gates, mud, flies, and a highly populated trail. Hm.
It sounded like a whole lot of fun.
Scary fun.
Whatever.
I have the sweetest friend. She takes me horseback riding. I love her. She seems to have this easy trust in me: Something I'm very glad of. Sometimes you have to fake that you know what you're doing. Seems to me I do that alot. I'm still not sure it was totally wise to stick me up on her sister's horse and say, "here we go!" Thing is, I trust her back. So I hopped up.
Well, we only got lost once. And I only almost ran a jogger over once. And I didn't fall off. And I galloped for the first time in my life. So all things considered, our trail ride went quite well. Now that's what I call an adventure.
