by Josie, Age 12 , Grade 7
When I was at my first jumping show, I was on my horse, Katie. Her fur smelled like a patch of roses, since I washed her the day before. I already walked the course and memorized it. After a few jumps, Katie got spooked and awkwardly jumped over a pole sending me into a position on her neck holding on tightly. Thankfully, everyone was okay. In the end, we got fourth place for our first jumping show.