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Times I feel excited.

I feel the saddle as comfortable as a pillow underneath me.

I feel cracker’s seek coat shine from the endless brushing.

I feel my nerves rise and flutter in my tummy.

I feel the beat of the wind crashing into my face.

I feel my secure jodhpurs wrapping around my legs.

I feel the greasy reins sliding through my hands.

I see little valley farm surrounding  me.

I see the cross country stretching evenly  over the four paddocks.

I see the huge indoor arena lying restfully.

I see charlotte cantering around me comfortably.

I see mum and dad's eyes darting around watching me.

I see the green grass growing on the rolling hills.

I hear the clipping and clamping of the horse hooves beat neth me.

I hear the other rider chatting to their ponies.

I hear the sound of trucks arriving and unloading ready to ride.

I hear the horses neigh constantly.

I hear the jumps get knocked as the ponies charge over them.  

I hear my heart beating crazily like it’s going to jump out.

Times I felt extremely excited.