Coming around the block—passing our arena—we decided that we would ride halfway to our neighbor's house and then come back. It was there that we decided to try a small canter to end the ride with some excitement. I was confident that I could handle Ug with just a rope and halter and that I would be able to keep, at least, my toes in the stirrups. But as we started cantering, I realized how wrong I was. As Ug pulled right beside our neighbor's horse, I remembered the fact that our neighbor was also on his old racehorse. And they were picking up speed.
I realized that by adding the dashes in the first sentence, it makes more sense as to where we were. I need to be less constraining when I write, and just let the words spill onto the paper sometimes.
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