Personal Narrative: Backward Riding

Outside of school, I have been involved in lots of different activities, such as horseback riding, piano, classical reading and creative writing class. However, I am most passionate about horseback riding, my book discussion club, and my writing class.

Ever since I was little, I knew that I wanted go horseback riding—and I knew it is something i want to pursue in the long run. When I first fell off a horse, I was only about 6 years old. Everyone freaked out and came running towards me, but I stood up and got right back on the horse like nothing had happened. Everyone was shocked how I didn’t sit on the floor and burst into tears like any other six year-old. When I first chose to go horseback riding, I knew that even if you fall off, you …show more content…
I was riding my hose and practicing my balance, when suddenly, a giant dog leaped over the fence and came sprinting into the arena. My horse freaked out and threw me off. I was able to stand up, but realized that my arm was in extreme pain. The pain was so bad that it felt like there were a thousand knives cutting through my bones. When I got to the hospital, the doctor told me that I had broken my arm. I couldn’t go horseback riding for four months. But after those four months, I went back to the stable and got right back on the horse. My friends used to ask me why I would keep on riding after such a scare. I was terrified, but my passion for horseback riding was way bigger than my fear of falling off and hurting myself again. Even though I went back on the horse and stayed strong, things didn’t go exactly as I expected. Another accident occurred when I was ten years old that prevented me from riding for two …show more content…
When I injured my right arm, I had to use my left arm to do everything. At first, I thought that I wouldn’t be able to play piano anymore, but my teacher thought this was the perfect opportunity for me to practice with my left hand. She assigned me music that was composed to be played with one hand. At first, I struggled a lot—but slowly, my left hand started to get stronger and stronger. By the time my right arm healed completely, my left hand could already play just as well as my right. This incident made me realize that good can come out of everything that we experience, even if we don’t see it at first. If I didn’t break my right arm, my left hand would never be able to improve that