I got the wind knocked out of me. It is possible that I could of landed on my feet, but that didn’t happen because I fell right on my tailbone… How about five minutes earlier, just to make everything make sense…

He reared, bucked, leaped, and ran. Everything that a spooked horse would do. While all that happened, I just thought “WOAH! What is happening? I have no idea! AHHHHHHH!” It was like a roller coaster, yeah I like that. It flashed before my eyes right before my brain could catch up. Maybe it is like when you remember a memory that you didn’t know before.

I fell, flying through the air. Up and up and up it almost to the ceiling. Weeeee, (Nope)! I sunk to the ground as soon as I have taken lift off. Right on my butt, BAM! I was on the muddy dirt ground. Here we go, back where I started. My breathing did get shallow, probably because the wind got knocked out of me. I also got scared, afraid of that horse, Louie. An earthquake after shock. Rumbling, shaking, everybody running, afraid, scared. I might have quit horseback riding. And right then and there reality came back. It was like a bowling ball doing a lopoddity loop. Hitting all those pins, you celebrating, then it coming straight back at you, hitting right in the middle of your stomach. I was shocked, eyes shut trying to hold myself together. Like a building that’s about to fall. Then they rushed in; the instructors comforted me, told me that I was ok, and that I got the wind knocked out of me. They explained what that was, sort of. It made no sense, most of it probably because I was crying through the whole explanation. My mom came in and pulled me into her lap ( my building of protection fell,  my mom a crane rebuilding me). Everyone staring, I don’t care. I just fell of a horse, I smelled my mom’s pants. The smell conforted me, I knew she was there. I thought about what just happened. Pulling each and everything into the mind of me. Piece by piece, brick by brick. “Getting on the horse named Louie, walking in the rink a little bit, start trotting, spooks, rears, runs, I fall off, shallow breathing, people run, crying, mom, right now.” After that load of thinking I need a walk (the weight coming back), to walk off the stiff feeling that you can’t move. The building of my mind coming back. To walk off the pain, the thoughts, trying to calm down. The building is secure, just shaken. I smell the cold air of the evening, I look around I see others riding. Having fun, not knowing what could happen right now. I smile looking, watching them knowing that they are learning. Like I do, I stop walking and think.

My mom starts talking, a pep talk I believe. “I know you just got bucked off but you can get back on. Have a great time and ride. You took a lot of air and that must of hurt but you can go on and, have fun. You will build yourself up, and go at your peak. Just keep on riding and you love the horses. That will never get in the way of anything. Know that, and go on and ride.” With that I started walking back, with that I said “Thanks Mom. I will ride on again.” Me and my mom went up the stairs to the office to see if I am riding Louie again.  

Hey! This is my Personal Narrative! I choose to this piece to because it was a challenge finding the right words to describe this hmm… whats the right word… important adventure. It was really hard to define words into different categories, so that I could make my writing meaningful. Like not literately, non-realistic and realistic. I really wanted to make whoever was reading really understand the experience. I also put in a lot of analogies, I love analogies! I had to work really hard on cutting out analogies because there were to many. A learning habit I focused on was focusing on focusing on my work instead of getting distracted. Finally from working on this piece I learned to many analogies will make your writing piece very confusing.