If i want to talk about my childhood memories I have to start saying that few years ago I was an unusual girl. While others girls played dolls, mommy , make up or things like that I used to played ball ,marbles, tops, fights, videogames, skates or races. I was a naughty, playful, brave and energetic child. My problem was that my games had many risks and I hurt my self, many times.
One day I went to camp in “La pintada”. It was my first camp without my parents and I was so exciting. My cousin Luisa came with me and we stayed there five days. This camp was awesome. We did many activities like play in the pools, toboggans ride, cycling, walking, fires, and games every time. The third day I woke up early before of my partners and I took a bath first. The activities were special this day because we went to ride horses out of the camp place. All was ok; we walked 45 minutes to arrive to the place where the horses were. The instructor started to explain how to ride a horse and then he put us on the horse.
My horses name’s was Blanquita. It was a huge and white horse. It was my first time riding a horse so I was so scared.I started to tremble and scream. When the instructor finished putting us above the horses, Blanquita started to walk. Then it walked faster and then It started to run. I didn’t know what I have to do in this moment I only thought how get off. I pull the reins and Blanquita stopped in her hind paws. Immediately I fell down of the horse and I started to run because the horse was scared too and it run and jump very much.Unfortunately I fell in a barbed wire and it introduced in my leg. While I ran it cut off me. My instructor took me and he asked to me if I wanted go to the hospital. I said no because after the horses we had our toboggans hour. He cleaned my wound and then I applied an ointment.
When I came back my father was angry because I didn’t say him what happened when he called me. He talked with my instructor and then he scolded me long time. After this day I rode a horse more times but this experience let me my biggest scar.
When I came back my father was angry because I didn’t say him what happened when he called me. He talked with my instructor and then he scolded me long time. After this day I rode a horse more times but this experience let me my biggest scar.
DANIELA BURITICÁ OCHOA
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