10. 3. 2011
7 years of my age.
My first horse riding "lesson" on a big horse.
It was taken by my dad few moments before the horse stood on his back legs, I fell down and he kicked me with his back legs to my head.
I don't know if it looked really that horrible as everyone was describing, I only remember some blood going from my head, but I wanted to get back on the horse as fast as I could to show him I am not afraid of him and no matter what happens, I am going to finish this first lesson.
Only later when I got to the bathroom I saw how much blood there is on me, I started crying and freaking out.
It is not a particularly happy memory, but when I feel that something I am currently going through is going to destroy me, I always think of that day.
I managed to get back "on the horse" and survived. I guess it made me kinda stronger person...
Thought by Frostdeer Asinx @ 11:34