SO today me and Liz weren't going out witnessing till the afternoon, so I was taking care of Chubs (Phin and Joys grandson) and we wanted to go HORSE RIDING!! Apparently a good idea, but no.... So she starts off great and we're riding along, without a care in the world. Joy comes, takes pictures of us and the sun was shining, life was a bliss... Chubs decides he wants to get off and I'm like YIPEE a ride in the cornfields! We always took those, Horsie and I, so this promised to be a blast. So we make our way to the little path leading to the cornfield and she starts going bizzerko. Bucking and neighing and trying to knock me off. "Mean ol' hag" I yelled in terror (no, I didnt, but it was something of the sort...)! I screamed for Freddie as the horse took off in a gallop towards the thorn bushes. *SCRATCH!* went my poor arm on those pokey branches. Blood seeped from the wound(there was only one drop, but yeeeah) and I held on with all that was in me. I was half off the saddle when I superhumanly pulled myself back on and finally reigned the horse to a halt. Freddie came running, his face white with fear. "I'm fine now" I said, barely able to breath. Freddie reassured me that once the horse did that once, it was most likely never to happen again, especially since I showed him I was boss by not falling off. I hoped he was right. "HEYAH!" I said as I kicked the horse and off we went. He was fine till we reached the corner, then he freaked out and started galloping. Not cantering, GALLOPING. Not even slowing down for turns, into another thorn bush we went, this time the thorns tearing at my leg, leaving ugly white scratches. "Jeeeeeeesuuuuuuuuuusss" I called out, praying with all my heart that I wouldn't die, but would live to see my princess again. Under low branches I ducked, screaming at the top of my lungs for Fred, all the time trying to reign the horse to a halt. She got off the path and ran through tall, dry grass, dodging random trees that dared get in our way. The yelling and praying continued. Finally, right in front of a guayaba tree, we screeched to a halt. I could hardly breath and was panting so hard. Mana had heard me screaming and her and Joy were looking for me to see if I was okay. I yelled to them that I was and they called Fred. He helped me get off the horse and took it far away from me so I wouldn't kill it. Chubs came running up to me and held me, imagining never seeing me again...it was too much for him to bear, cuz he didn't let go of me for the next 5 minutes. It was the scarriest thing that ever happened to me, but I'm here in one piece, with only a few scratches from my ordeal. That is one naughty horse, but I like it and shall ride again shortly:).....
