GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on November 18, 2009, 9:00

by Miss Morgan, age 12

The feeling of flying, that moment when you feel like you’re in a dream. Nothing else is important. Your hair is trying desperately to break free of your ponytail. The thud of hooves in sync with the beat of your heart fills your ears. The world around you is only faint to your consciousness. You move with the creature beneath you as one. You hold onto the horse with only your legs, the only thing keeping you on the horse. Your hand holds the reins loosely, not holding the horse back. Your right hand is sitting on your leg. The world