I was nervous as I approached the horse that I was about to ride.
This wasn’t just any horse. It was a vicious bucking horse.
But the desire to impress my friends and family by proving to them that I could ride a horse outweighed my fear.
So I got on the horse.
And then it happened. The horse just started pitching furiously. It bucked me backward and forward, up and down. I was terrified. I screamed. And as I screamed, more and more people began to watch.
All I could do in this moment of terror was to grip the saddle horn with both hands as hard as I could. I feared falling off the horse and possibly breaking my neck. I knew I had to do whatever it took to stay on that horse.
My screaming turned to a frantic crying and whaling as I knew I might not survive this experience. More and more people started to watch.
Alas, the violent bucking of the horse started to cause me to slide off of its side. But as I was sliding off, I quickly put one arm around the horse’s neck and held on to his head with the other as the rest of my body slid off to the side. I hung on for dear life as the horse continued to buck. I screamed and yelled, “HELP! HELP!”
I knew I was a goner as I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on. Many thoughts were racing through my head. My life was flashing before me. I hung on as hard as I could as I screamed and cried at the top of my lungs.
But as all hope of survival was fading and my arms were about to give out, a miracle happened! A very brave grocery store clerk ran over to the outlet and unplugged the kiddie ride just in time. I was saved.