The first time a rode a horse

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The first time a rode a horse
I had admired people go on horseback since I was little. My eyes always stuck on the glowing coats and the rippling muscles with excitement as I drove by the horse field. I was sure to like the smell of a barn. Samuel, my friend’s neighbor had a horse and always passed by Fuzels’ gate while walking the brown, and grey-haired ally. I did not of my attraction towards horse riders was leading me to become an equestrian.
It was a Saturday, and we were helping to trim the grass in Fuzels’ compound when Samuel, unusually appeared past the gate. I could not help staring at him pass majestically on the two-meter tall horse. He was a handsome middle-aged person American height and always with a shiny bundle in his hand. As his eye caught mine, Samuel slowed down and asked me for a ride. This was an irresistible moment; I gave my secateurs to Fuzel and in haste went for a walk. Fuzel knew how much I admired horse riders and irresistibly watched me struggle jumping on the horse. With Samuels’ assistance, I climbed, and we rode away.
Leaning firmly to Samuels back, I decided to speak of my interest in horse riding. Samuel was excited on my interest and promised to get me into the first steps, which I was gladly prepared to take. We later arrived at an open field where now, it was my turn to push my boundaries of learning. He helped me off the horse, and the training had already kicked off. Little th…