Personal Narrative Analysis

All I remember is sitting on a horse running through a field thinking, “this is how I’m going to die.” This was probably one of the biggest fears I have ever faced. The fear is that I got hurt on a running horse and I didn’t want to run again

My family does a lot of horse riding, so we ride at home sometimes. One time we were riding in the barn lot and it was just like any other time. We had all the horses in there so my dad was going to let them out. When he opened the gate my horse ran out into the pasture and I got scared so I dropped the reigns and held on to the saddle horn.

I remember being so scared that I was crying. I looked down at my knuckles turning white because I was holding on so tight. My horse made about two or three laps …show more content…
When I realized what happened, I was half way through a fence with a cut that started just under my eye and went all the way to my chin because of the fence. I remember looking at my right hand, seeing that my ring and pinky finger were swollen up already, I said, “Is that supposed to look like that?” After I got up my mom wanted to take me to the hospital, but my dad made me go catch the horse and ride it back.

When we got to the hospital, I found out that I didn’t break anything. They put a wrap on my fingers and sent me home with some pain pills. I didn’t ride much for a while, but when I did, I only walked.my dad tried to get me to run, but I didn’t. A couple months later was Labor Day weekend and we always do a big trail ride with our horses, we see a lot of family and friends there.

While we were at camp we do a lot of stuff; such as race horse and ride around. I was too scared to race because I didn’t want to run. My dad raced and it looked fun, so I thought I could try. When I got my horse all saddled, I got on and walked over to the others. They were all calling my names for being scared. When you raced you had to pick the person and horse you raced. I picked this smaller kid. Our race track was just down and back. When we got …show more content…
So, my dad and I went for a ride, we walked the horses most of the time.

Every time we rode fast it brought bad memories of falling off and getting hurt. Towards the end of the ride my dad took off running. Of course my horse wanted to follow, but I tried to hold him back. He won the fight and took off running. I just sat there and held on.

I have to admit, I did cry some. My dad is one of those guys that thinks that crying is girly. He made fun of me for a little bit, and then comforted me. When I wiped my eyes, I was actually proud of myself.

I felt really proud of myself. I felt like I could do anything. By the time we got back to camp, I was super excited. All I wanted to do was run some more, but not too fast still. I was still scared to full out run. After we ate lunch and rested awhile, we saddled our horses to ride again. Our group set out. We had a fun ride; we rode for a few hours. After that we rode back to camp.

I was scared because I did not want go even faster. I sat there for a few minutes thinking of how I needed to face my fears. I wanted to, but at the same time I did not want to. I started off slow, just walking. Next, I went into a trot, which is like a jog. Then I went straight into a gallop, or a fast run. The group was way ahead of me so I had to catch up with