Personal Narrative: The Temperament Of A Horse

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It was a cloudy Saturday morning in May. I was at the barn getting ready to have my horseback riding lesson just like I had done every other Saturday morning for the past eight years. Although this morning was different, instead of riding one of the regular horses, my instructor had me scheduled to ride a thoroughbred named Storm. This horse was still green and had not been fully trained on how to do much except race. Sure enough I got Storm groomed and tacked up despite his constant pacing and weaving. The both of us headed up towards the arena to begin our lesson. Getting used to a certain temperament of a horse can be a good thing, as well as a bad thing. If you get used to a more laid back horse, when you switch to an energetic …show more content…
As I got on Storm and began our warm up, he began to try and speed up and continue to push the boundaries of what was considered a good set pace. My arms felt like noodles from trying to slow him down, and when my instructor called for me to transition from the trot to the canter, everything went downhill from there. Storm ended up tripping due to the unbalanced pace he was at and I lost control of him. We tore through some of the standards that were set up and he kept going faster and faster. By this point in time I had lost both of my stirrups and was just using my legs to hold myself on. As we kept going around and around, I knew the only way to stop was if I fell off. I had used all of my strength and energy to keep myself on, and when we when around the bend in the arena I fell off. It felt as if I was launched into the fence from a catapult. My eyes were glued shut when I fell, so I didn’t see what all took place, but I sure felt everything that happened. When I opened my eyes my leg was intertwined in the fence, my right arm was stretched out in the gravel throbbing with pain, and I felt like I had been hit with thirty sandbags. My instructor