In the Saddle
Leah, 11Beautiful chestnut hairs flow in the wind. Canter. I take a deep breath and look ahead of me. My gloves grasp hold of the red flowing hair as the huge animal leaps and we glide through the air. I smile, happy to be where I love the most. Then we land the jump and canter of to another one. I can tell he loves it just as much as me. I kick him into a gallop and soon we ride into the hills.