The Final Jump

March 26, 2008
By Bridget Caulfield, Tauranga, ZZ

I hear the loud thumping of the horse’s hooves and the horses breathe like a vacuum cleaner. I am looking straight only looking at the jump ahead, but as I do I see out the corner of my eye flashes of green coming from tress around me. I smell the crisp fresh grass in the next paddock. I taste the sweat coming from both me and my horse. I feel sick as I am so nervous and determined to make the final jump.

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