A tiny animal ran in front of me, and as if in slow motion, I felt myself fall. I landed on a huge log in my way. CRUNCH. Wincing in pain, I tried to sit up but only found darkness and pain, a whole bucket load of pain.

I trembled with fear knowing that I have to ride again or I would never ride again, I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block the terrifying image of me being trampled to death. I bit my lip hard and swung my leg over the large animal. The second my butt hit its back I swung my leg back over dismounting, as my legs hit the ground they trembled and I fell to the ground. Blood rushed from my lip like a river. Quickly I jumped on my feet, pressing my shirt against my lips to slow the bleeding, and ran trying to put as much distance from me and the animal as possible. I ran all the way to our small cottage that was miles away, not stopping or looking back once. My lungs burned and my vision blurred, when I finally collapsed at the doorstep. I sat on the doorstep trying to regain my breath.
The leaves danced in the autumn breeze, begging someone to play with them. I sighed, shaking my head sadly knowing that I had at least tried, and trying is better than nothing. As if the leaves knew I...