It was a beautiful day in the town of Zell am See, Austria. I decided to take a horse ride with my two aunts, Carina and Theresa.
Zell Am See
I was riding a horse I had never ridden before, and a couple miles into the trail ride, he decided to take off.
Where am I? My back hurts...
I saw a sign coming up and I felt as though the horse was headed straight for it and if he went under it, I would splat across the sign, and probably break my back. I decided that I needed to emergency dismount.
I wish I could ride horses again...but I am too scared.
I had emergency dismounted many times and I knew every step, but when I needed it the most I forgot the most important step -- taking my foot out of the stirrup. And so, the horse dragged me for about fifty feet.
When my foot finally dislodged from the stirrup I fell onto the ground. After being dragged by the horse, my back and arms were torn apart. My white shirt became covered in red blood. I had no idea where I was. Once my aunts arrived, we headed back to the stable. I cried and cried for hours.
Since that day, I've never ridden since that day. I've always wanted to go back but my anxiety is so high when I'm around horses that I forgot everything and can barely function. Hopefully one day I go back to the way I was -- utterly in love with horses and riding.