If I couldn’t ride or jump, I wouldn’t know what to do! Although Fiji isn’t my real horse, I’m his only rider, so he is practically my horse. He’s a big sweetheart and he loves to jump. If I didn’t jump him, he might think I deserted him!
I looked over at my parents, who aren’t totally enthused about me and my riding. They looked back, and I told them about my fear. They said, “Honey, horses are a big part of your life, we can tell. But maybe this accident will keep you at home more so you can connect with your family. You can still go to the stables and attempt to do your chores there and so you can see the horses, but other than that, you can keep up with your studies and have some family time. Don’t worry, honey. That horse…”
“Uh, right. Fiji will be just fine.”
It might sound like I’m being ungrateful for my family, don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful. But horses are my dream. What if I forget my skills? I’d rather be riding on a nature trail, the wind in my hair, than watching television, down wind from my little brother. SERIOUSLY, WHAT DOES THAT KID EAT?!?!
I just hope not too much changes at the stable while I’m away.