THE ACCIDENT

One day, when I was twelve years old, my father woke me up early because I had to go to a horse racing contest.  We had breakfast together in our small kitchen, and after that, we took the old noisy car and we drove to our destination. Once we had arrived, I hopped on my horse and we started to practise.

The contest started, and my horse and I were galloping so fast, but in one moment, the horse stumbled and I was fired against the ground. The other participants couldn’t stop and started to trample me, I remember it was very painful.

After living the track, I went to the hospital and surprisingly I only had a sprain on my foot, but I was too scared and I didn’t want to follow with the trains. Finally I decided not to stop and nowadays I still participating in horse racing contests.