Why do we do things that we know will eventually bite us in the arse
For example, why on earth would you ride a big horse (he's 18 hands which is about 6 ft 2 I reckon)
This horse has a mind of his own and decides that he's a bit scared of something so turns quickly across the school, Sharrie desperately trying to slow said horsey down and failing miserably and manages not to fall off.
Until, he decides that actually he'd not finished running and turns sharply dumping Sharrie onto her shoulder, head and getting a face full of horse poopy sawdust.
Owwwie, it is such a long way to fall off, but I got my arse back on and finished the lesson
Still have to wonder why, and in a week I'll go back for more.
I have a sore nose where my helmet hit it, bruised shoulder and I can't lift my arm, my knee feels like it's been hit with a sledge and my back hurts.
Bloody horse !!!!!!!!!



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