Friday, December 4, 2009
Falling, Falling... Ground.
Apparently I pitched forward and grabbed onto Jake's neck, then slid off onto the ground. Jake is a good boy, and I can prove this as he stopped immediately when I fell (or before, as Sare thinks that it was him slowing down when I lost my balance that helped me fall).
He didn't trample me, which was great, honestly. And I was still holding onto his reins so I'm sure if he kept going, I'd have dragged along. When I was on the floor of the arena, I barely knew what happened. I can see the picture above happening to me.
Got right back on him though, which probably scared my mom even more.