Since I was a child my family and I have lived in the country and I remember once my older sister decided to go horseback riding without telling my parents. I was about six years old and I went with her...well that was not a good decision. We went to the stable and there was a mare with a seat on her back and we got on it. We took a long ride around the field. Our first stop was the river, there was my brother swimming with our cousins and friends. Then we wanted to go to our grandma`s house and on the way we met some loose horses and when that horses saw and smell the mare they began to gallop behind us, the mare went crazy and she started to gallop to, my sister screamed while she was trying to stop the mare and I just held her very strong. We galloped and galloped until we got back to the stable. Juanito, who was in charge of the horses saw us crying and screaming and he went looking for my dad. The mare was in heat, that's why horses persecute us. My dad wanted to kill us, but as nothing bad happened to us we went to get ice cream
