Yesterday, my sister Kate posted about how she's found some horses that she and her daughter are riding. I grew up always having a horse and have missed it so much. Evidently, her post brought back some wonderful memories.
Last night I was riding my neighbors horse through the most beautiful green meadows. I was riding bareback and we were galloping in a way it was almost like floating. I could smell the meadow grass and feel the sun on my back. I thought how wonderful it was to be back on a horse again when suddenly ahead, I saw a ditch and wondered if the horse would jump it. On the other side of the ditch was a drop off with the same beautiful grass and at the bottom was the most wonderful grove of trees. As we got closer to the ditch, I could tell the horse was afraid to jump so somehow I brought my feet up to the horses withers and gave it a big shove. The motion propelled me off the horse but it worked, the horse jumped the ditch - and right off the drop off into the beautiful grove of trees. Dead.
Get up damn it! I didn't know you were afraid to jump a ditch, it was just a little ditch! A beautiful ditch with green grass.I finally found a horse to ride and it's dead.
Damn it Kate, thanks to you, I've killed my neighbors horse. I wonder if they'll let me ride the other one...