by Cecile Cinco
I was probably 15 then. As a family, we went horseback riding at the Wright Park in Baguio City. It was supposed to be a leisure ride. It was a tourist attraction. Even up to now you can see horses with pink hair.
My younger siblings were with somebody else but I was alone. Besides I was a big girl already.
Those horses were not for running. At the most, just for slow galloping around the park, usually with a guide. Many of those horses don’t even move and are meant just for picture taking.
The horse I rode was fine. I was excited to ride one. I only saw them in movies. That time was reality. Reality that was more than I could bear.
My horse was walking around with the guide and it was a smooth ride until the guide left me alone with the horse for getting something somewhere. For the first few seconds it was ok until I wanted it to stop so I commanded it with a ‘whoa’ which I think I said it with a stress that made my horse run! Panic ran up my spine and I hugged the horse’s neck and it stopped! Whew! That was close! But as soon as I removed my arms around its neck, it started to run again! I hugged it again and it stopped again. For 3 times this happened until the guide came in to the rescue and stopped the horse.
That was an experience I’ll never forget. Since then I never tried to ride a horse again. But I love watching them. I love horse movies. I loved The Black Stallion.
Are there any horse riders among you? Do you own a horse? Tell me about it! How do you care for them? How do you take care of your horse supplies? What unforgettable experience can you share?
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