“What are you scared about?”, she asks.
“So many things”, I reply.
I fear falling off.
I fear getting hurt.
I fear shooting off in a full galopp with no control and no breaks.
I know the horse carries the rush of the adrenaline in my body until we blend into one.
But then we have a moment when I set the fear aside and my mind takes a step back.
Then I feel the heat of the blood of Paula – the chestnut Argentine polo pony I’m cantering on along the polo field – and this is what it feels like to be free.