My first ride on a horse

My first ride on a horse dispelled forever whatever
previous notions I had about riding horses. I had thought
that it was easy to ride a horse just like the cowboys on
television. I realized how wrong I was through a rather
painful experience.

I was down in Australia visiting my relatives when they
decided to take me horse-riding one Sunday. I was
thrilled. So we hopped into my cousin’s car and headed
towards one of the many riding schools on the outskirts of
Melbourne.

We managed to book five horses at a riding school. The
man in charge asked whether we knew how to ride a
horse. Everybody said yes except me. I had never seen a
live horse before that time, let alone ridden one. The man
asked me to mount the smallest one.

I mounted up surprising myself at my ability. I thought I
was already an expert. The man gave me the reins and
said, “Pull the reins to the right to turn right, pull to the left
to turn left”.

I nodded confidently and took the reins. Next moment I
lost the reins as the horse pulled them from my hands.
The silly horse had reached down to graze on the grass
making me lose my grip. The man laughed and returned
the reins to me.


foot. I had had my share of riding that day. Before I
reached the school I heard horses behind me. My cousins
had discovered my disappearance and promptly returned
to look for me. They laughed loudly at my misfortune but
were glad that I was not hurt. They urged me to remount
the horse but I declined. I told them to carry on without
me. Then I took the reins of my horse and led it back to
the school.

For the rest of the week, I had to rest my sore bottom and
aching muscles. My first ride on a horse was certainly an
unforgettable one.