Have you ever ridden a horse? I remember my first race.
I wanted to try it for a long time, and then the case turned up.
Approached the horse, took her by the bridle and put his foot in the stirrup, I remembered everything I saw in the movie and, to my surprise, famously jumped into the saddle.
- Come on, come on! my friend cheered
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Have you ever ridden a horse? I remember my first race. I wanted to try it for a long time, and then the case turned up. Approached the horse, took her by the bridle and put his foot in the stirrup, I remembered everything I saw in the movie and, to my surprise, famously jumped into the saddle. - Come on, come on! my friend cheered me. I could have written that "I gave!" No, I'm not going to lie, and the mare and I were humbled to walk. Walking a little, I decided to turn on the second speed - began to give spurs - the speed turned on, but not immediately, the horse went trotting. I fully felt the beauty of this movement – there is no experience. My movements up and down, clearly did not pretend to be graceful, the task was to not fall out of the saddle. Having tormented my tailbone, I drove up to my friends. - Suddenly, my friend yelled, hitting the horse on the croup. The mare, clearly not expecting such a turn, immediately twitched and galloped. For me, as for the horse, it was a complete surprise, and only by a miracle I managed to stay in the saddle. The horse and I, together with her, and where to go, galloped around the field. - Give it to her! Come on! I, either with fright or heeded the screams, began to succumb with stirrups and a stick. The horse, realizing the seriousness of my intentions, began to turn into a gallop. The speed has obviously increased, my cap has blown off my head and it has brought me back to reality. Somewhere in the back I could still hear my friend’s cries, the fear was no longer there, and there was a different feeling, not at all driven. The horse, feeling my insecurity, slowed down and took a step. Okay, I thought, turning the mare around, I'm going to do it. And as a real cowboy with all confidence gave stirrups. I feel the speed more and more, the step of the horse is clearly changing, the amplitude of the movement becomes smoother and suddenly ... I realize that he is a gallop! It's indescribable, the ground is running from under your feet, the wind is whipping in your face, you're sitting on something alive that's moving at great speed - and you're hovering above the ground! I
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