One day we went horseback riding in Costa Rica. I didn't want to go because I thought I'd get hurt. The guide showed us how to ride. It was freaky. I didn't want to hurt the horse.

Then we went on the trail. It was muddy. We were on the trail when my horse farted in Maeve's face. Everyone laughed. We started going uphill. The guide started galloping. So did we. We were going so fast. We bounced up and down. My privates got smushed. When we were at the top it started pouring. The rain felt like bullets. I was drenched. Maeve got so soaked her shirt was see through.

Then we headed back toward the stables. We started galloping and left the guide behind. Then we stopped to wait, but of course we can't go anywhere without something happening to me. I started to clean the rain off my glasses and let go of the reigns. My horse took off full speed. He would not stop. I yelled. It was nerve wrecking. I was holding on by the saddle. I was scared.

Finally the guide caught up. He stopped my horse. My mom was surprised I didn't fall. That was the most dangerous thing I've ever done.

Just getting started on my horse named 'Colossal'