Sarah McMahonGoodheart English CompositionStory: third draft 3/8/12I lie on the ground, my face flat in the soft dirt. My teacher hovers over me
asking, “are you ok?” I hear soft thumps my mother walks
hurriedly over to my stillbody. I am rolled over; I see the two concerned faces. My back seizes with pain whenI try to move my head.
“Stop moving Ho
n. Ugh, this is why I never wanted you doing this in the first
place,” my mother mutters
. I hear pounding of hooves. Another face joins theworried looks of my mother and my teacher.
The long black face looks down. “W
happened?” his eyes seem to ask.
Moments before I was on top of that horse, his mane whipping through theair. The only thoughts in my head were
“keep your feet low” and “stay u
don’t want to make Phoenix mad by hitting his neck do you?” I had been ridin
garound the large horse ring at a fast canter. The canter is a three beat pattern, asopposed to the four beat pattern of a walk and the two beat pattern of a trot. Thecanter was going well, I prepared for my second of three jumps. Knowing that thefirst was good, I thought the last two were going to be the same. The preparation forthe second jump was a bit shaky because of my nervousness about the final one. Iclear my second jump and move to my third. A small daydream popped into myhead.