As my horse galloped on to the main road, all I could do was hold on for dear life
The wind was rushing past my face. I clung on to the reins of the galloping horse. I could see a gatepost up ahead. But before I knew it, I felt my teeth smacking together.
It was the summer of 2019, I was 15, in the Lake District for my friend’s dad’s 50th birthday. It was a beautiful sunny day. The party was at a country house. There was a bouncy castle in the garden, and the screams of children inside filled the air. My friend and I were enjoying riding horses in a paddock.
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