When I was 10 yeas old I remember
that I was at the farm with my cousins, when one of them asked me the favour to
helphim to ride a horse but he didn´t know horse riding.
As my cousin couldn´t horse riding I had to ride with him.First we were away from the farm, my cousin and I were happy and smiling; but when we were arriving at the farm, the horse went crazy and I lost control; the horse ran all round the farm and in a moment it was going to pass between two short and coppiced trees. I could duck the tree but my cousin couldn´t. After than my cousin fell to the ground. Then I went to see him and he had all the face hurted and his face was bleeding. After that my father and my uncle cleaned his face.
I remembered this
day because since then I never horse riding to with anyone for more than five
years.
Six years later I rode with a Spanish cousin on a horse at the same farm and it was successful, but I was very scared because I remembered my cousin´s accident.
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