Cliche much?

It’s safe to say I love my sport. I love the feeling of flying over a three foot fence on the back of a half ton animal. I love the smell of barns. It’s warm and inviting. I’m 17 and my left knee is totally busted up. Why? Because you get on a horse by putting your left foot in the stirrup and pulling yourself up. And riding is worth the god awful grinding noise my knee makes.

I love the connection between horse and rider. It’s like avatar, where they have that whassi’cal’d connection with the creature. But riding horses is way better than that because no hair engulfed tentacle is necessary.

For instance, take driving a car. It’s a machine. You screw up and you end up in a ditch/inside another car. Riding is slightly more idiot proofed. You forget to turn when you’re headed straight for a fence and the horse turns.

Off topic there. Connection. Right. I love the feeling of working together as one. I’ve developed connections with some horses, and I can tell when the connection isn’t there. We feed off each other. If I’m nervous, the horse picks up on it. If the horse is nervous or something’s off, I know.

Ah, happy thoughts.

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