Crafty-Personal Narrative

I was riding before I was a year old, it's almost second nature for me. Last year mum decided she would take on some boarders. As I had “grown out” of my pony Crafty, we looked for a new horse for me. We found a horse who passed mum’s many high standards. We had this horse, Reg was his name. On our farm for a long time and I had grown very attached to him. My mum, her boss and I had ridden him before, though mum said I brought the best out of him.

I had been riding Reg many months and one day would change everything. From here on in I remember none of the following. I got home and like any other day, I got my riding gear. My jodphurs, an old sweater, my back protector, helmet, and my tall, black show boots. Mum and I went to the barn to tack up Reg. He always made me laugh, the way he …show more content…
With other horses and ponies such as my beloved Crafty, I have to pry his mouth open. We have an indoor arena, half mum and I use as our riding arena and half has some of our collection of antique machinery. However, we decided to ride outside on the 30th of April. Attached to the coverall is a field we use for turn out and riding. Mum had been giving me a lesson for awhile at this point in the day. There was a cavaletti down the center of the field and Reg and I had trotted over it a few times. After trotting over the cavaletti, mum instructed me to turn left. Moving my legs and applying pressure just behind and just in front of the girth. Making Reg bend “around” my legs. As we continue to trot down the post and rail fence, something about Reg changed. Mum told me to sit up and sit deep. As mum instructed me to do sit deep, Reg broke into a canter. I’d ridden his canter before, he’s actually the one who