I tell you that when I was single I enjoyed the carnivals in my country. Those were times when citizens took to the streets to enjoy themselves in different ways. In my case, I had a family friend who was dedicated to caring for and keeping horses in what they call stables. The first time I rode a horse my friend taught me on a big beautiful horse. Believe it or not, I rode that horse without any difficulty, without fear, feeling powerful and beautiful because I had boots and a cowgirl hat. We toured an area of ​​our town and we were 5 people. I felt like a queen, brave, strong and vigorous. That experience was so positive that two weeks later there was no carnival, but I wanted to continue feeling empowered and powerful. It was for this reason that I planned a regatta with my friend and we left on horses on the same road two weeks later. Unfortunately, this time the experience was different. I rode a small white mare because there were no other horses available. You know what, since I put it together it hasn't gone well for me. I did not feel empowered because I did not attract attention, the attention was given to those who rode the big and beautiful horses like the first one I rode. The saddest thing of all is that the mare did not obey me, she left the main road, we moved away from the group and began to enter the patios of the houses that did not have fences. I couldn't stop her and terror came over me, I was afraid of falling and I couldn't imagine how it would end. Thank God, my friend realized what was happening and came to help me, he asked me for the reins and it was he who stopped the mare. I guess I don't have to tell them that I got off the mare and called my brother to come get me. I spoiled everyone's enjoyment because they had to take the mare to the stable. You know what, I've never ridden horses again. What things in life, I always wondered if the mare knew that I didn't feel comfortable with her and that's why she treated me as I deserved for being presumptuous (HA, JA, JA)