When I was in 9th grade I lived in Morgan Hill, California. I lived in a house on five acres and had a horse named Windy. She was a big, beautiful, brown horse with a long black tail and a long black mane. I always loved riding her bareback, which is without a saddle, because she was so smooth and easy to stay on, well, most of the time. .
One day when I got home from school, I had decided to take my horse out for a ride. I went out to the stall where she usually was and got her halter on her. I took her to the barn where I could brush her and clean out her hoofs and put the bridle on her. I got on my horse and headed out to the road. The road was still pretty quite because it was too early in the afternoon for people to be coming home from work. We were jogging along the side of the road when one of the reigns fell down, so I reached down to grab it. While I was doing that my horse decided to start going into the middle of the road. I don't know how it happened but I ended up falling off her and hitting my head on the concrete road. Now I have always had this bad habit of holding on to the bridle when I fall and this was no exception. So I started walking my horse back home. .
When I got home and was putting my horse away my neighbor saw me and asked me if I was ok, because I was crying. I told him yes and went into the house. My sister saw me and asked me what was wrong and I told her that I didn't know and that I was scared. So she called our mom at work and my mom talked to me. My mom told me later that I was saying that I didn't know where I was and that it was really dark. So my mom called an ambulance to come get me and she would meet us at the hospital.
When I was in the ambulance I remember telling the guy taking care of me that we were very close to where my ex-boyfriend lived and then telling all about our breakup. Afterwards I was told this and I was so embarrassed.
