Write about a day when something went wrong.

I strode into the dimly lit arena with an air of confidence around me. The
atmosphere was dark in the early morning sunlight; the sun peered over the horizon
sending a flock of cockerels into panic of feathers as each of the arrogant animals
fought for a particular spot on the fence surrounding the arena. My heart was
singing for today was my day. The day I would learn to canter. My eyes scrutinized
the room and I found my desired horse in the middle of it. His long legs lifted a
powerfully built body off the ground. He was about 16 hands and his coat was a
beautifully healthy shade of gold as the bright stadium lights bounced off of it;
allowing him to seemingly glow in the morning air. The horse had already been
saddled up which allowed me to mount him as I see fit. My riding instructor
Maddie was lurking just outside our line of sight; tending to an over excited dog as
the aggressive birds pecked each other on the fence of old and creaky.
Maddie emerged from the shade as if she was a hatchling emerging from its
protective egg shell for the first time. My horse began to sway uneasily from side to
side as Maddie gave out the instruction.
Send Oscar into a trot from A to B and then back to C to warm him up and then I
will teach you how to canter. She said handing me a whip that lay not 2 feet from
where Oscar stood.
I did as I was told and using the heels of my boots squeezed my horse just below
where the saddle ended and my foot was held in the stirrup. I shouted encouraging
words aloft his head and began rising up and down just as he began to trot. One
hoof before the other. The steady rhythm of Oscars feet carried me to my
destination in no more than a few seconds and I commanded him to stop with the
flick of a wrist. Maddie strolled towards me and grabbed the reins.
This may be scary for you, but honestly, its not. Its just like a trot but instead of
rising up and down you will continue kicking him with the heels of your feet and
press your body against the saddle so you dont fall off. Maddie said in a soothing
but dominating voice; still clutching the reins.
So its like walking but you keep kicking him there? I gestured with my feet.
Yes. Well, almost. I want you to know that I will be here the whole time and that
there is nothing to worry about. Maddie let go of the reins and handed them over
to me.
I thanked her for her kindness and caring but I didnt understand why she was being
so patronizing. Was it really going to be that dangerous?

Before I had time to ponder upon that thought longer Oscar was already trotting
between points A and B and Maddie was instructing me on how to use my legs
effectively while cantering. When she was finished I had nodded my understanding
and she stalked into the middle of the arena. Clutching a whip.
A whip.
I understood that Oscar needed some encouragement to help him get his game on
but not that kind of encouragement. The whip she was holding was ridiculously
long; it was a sinister-looking black with an edge that almost looked serrated. Like a
serrated kind of knife. Oscars muscles began to tense up as he saw this - and since
Oscar was easily spooked I could feel him begin to speed up in his trot. I had no
idea if this was intentional or just a coincidence but some a**hat on a tractor
decided that today of all days was the day he decided he would fertilize the
neighbouring fields. Sirens were wailing; loud and heavy. I could feel the fear spread
from Oscar and into me. He jerked - and instead of transferring smoothly from a trot
into a canter Oscar began to gallop. I was too far plunged into a sea of shock and
inexperience to pull on the reins to instruct him to stop. I shrieked in terror but all I
could do was hope that the sirens would cease soon so I could walk away from this
unharmed. But with the present situation it made my one wish look like a childish
fantasy.