Personal Narrative

It was a snowy Thursday evening and fat flakes fells from the sky as we drove down the road. My mom and I were heading to the barn I took horseback lessons at, Hunter’s Creek. My mom played uplifting music from The Message to pass the time. Soon the barn approached and the car crunched up the gravel drive. The fields were empty of horses and there were two cars parked near the barn. I stepped out of my mom’s silver truck and told her goodbye. Marching up to the looming barn, I snapped on my turquoise helmet and twisted open the door. Laura, a lady who takes lessons with me, was already there tacking her grey horse, Walker. “Hi Rayne! How is school going?” She greeted. “Hello, and good! How are you doing?” I responded. “I’m doing good,” she hummed. …show more content…
I nodded and headed over to fetch the chestnut mare. After I saddled her up, we started the lesson. After we finished warming up, we began going over poles. So far it was going well, we were just trotting over striped poles on the ground. Now we had to go over a little jump. I’d done these jumps many times before, so this would be no problem. Stormy and I headed toward the jump. What happened next was a flash of confusion. Feather overhead, an alarmed whinny, and me hitting the ground. I immediately jumped up and patted dirt off my pants, shouting, “I’m okay!” I didn’t want to be hurt, that would make me appear weak and add to my embarrassment. In truth my kneecaps ached, but it wasn’t too bad. Meanwhile, Stormy was cantering loose around the ring. She came to a halt at the gate and looked over to the stalls, wanting to go home. “Are you done?” Carol huffed while walking over to her. She grabbed the reins and walked the startled horse towards the mounting block. “That was quite the spill!” Laura commented, “I’m glad you’re okay.” I could feel heat rushing to my face, but I let out a laugh so it wouldn’t become more