Thursday, 29 October 2015

Horse Riding

A soft breeze brushed across my face. The smell of stinky horse poop drifted up my nose. I could hear the sound of horses talking to each other like they're happy to be free, out of their stinky pens. As we walked in through the gate, my friend was jumping up and down being silly. She was just as excited as I was. Dogs ran at us with a ball to greet us, wanting to play soccer.
I was happy to be back because it made me feel confident riding there.

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