When I was a litlle girld I used to ride a horse every weekend with my father through the green

pasture (pastchert) and I loved doing it since (sens)I felt the air brush my face, I felt very happy full
of joy It is a feeling that is impossible describe with simple words ..

Riding (raiding) a horse has no comparison(comperense), especially when the two souls (sults)
become one, that connection is the most magical that exists(exels), not only with the horse, but
with the entire )entair)universe.

But curréntly I stopped doing it constantly since I had to come to the city to study a university
degree, I only do it every time I go home