Once when I was, oh i don't know, may'be the age of 7. I was sitting on my horse named Titan, An old, sway-back Quarter horse, I just loved him. He was grazing in the back yard. my uncle was there with me. Titan was tied to a... Tire I think. He had a long rope some people use for training. My uncle Lifted me up on to Titan, at least 5 minutes later, the rope got caught between his legs. Titan freaked out and bucked me of, I landed on my back, but trust me, I am ok. My uncle chased Titan around trying to calm him down. He cuaght Titan and put him back in the top pasture.
I guess I was stronger then I thought I was. I am eleven now.
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