Flying Fox

The instructor checked my harness one more time before giving me the go ahead. I lifted my trembling hands up to grab the flying fox before jumping on to the rubber disc. I counted myself down from three to one before pushing off the fort with my feet. Two seconds later I was whizzing through the air and wishing it would never end. I was flying through the air so fast my hair was blowing back off my face and my lips were beginning to feel numb. All to soon I bounced off the tyre at the end and was sent backwards to a stop. An adult untied my harness from the flying fox and I reluctantly leaped off. I slid off my harness, gave to the next person in line and then went and sat down. I wanted to do it all again.

Golden Puppy

Her smooth ears look as though they are made of gold. Her big, brown eyes give you a look you cannot resist. Her tiny white paws pad across the concrete into your arms. Her fur is like snow with patches of sunlight dancing across it. Her cute figure is enough to persuade you into buying her and the look on her face just finalizes your decision. What would you call her she doesn't deserve a name like spot. She is golden, golden like honey. That's it you will call her honey. "Here honey" you call her to you just to test the name and to your delite she comes trotting over and rests at your feet. Her tail waggs and once again you fall in love with that golden puppy.   

Swimming

"Go" the clappers went and I dived into the water. The coolness of the water refreshed my body and I began to swim hardcore. "One,two,three,four" I counted every stroke before I took a breath. When I did I could plainly see I was losing. Almost half way now. My legs kicked frantically and my aching bones hurt even more every time I took another stroke. Every body else was nearly finished now. I pushed forward even though I knew there was nothing I could do to change the fact that I was losing. I was the only one left swimming. One metre to go. Done.

Walk, trot, canter and gallop.

I feel the sway of her body beneath me as I urge her into a trot. She slows to a walk as we carefully make our way down a hill. We come down onto flat ground and she paws the ground anxiously waiting for me to signal her to canter. As soon as I do she lurches forward into a gallop but steadies back into a rocking canter as I gently pull on the reins. I feel free and I can also feel her quickening beneath me. I desperately try to slow her but fail. I have no choice. I must go with her.

Horse

Hooves pound across the rough terrain.
Oblivious to the fact that some one is watching.
Running free no place to go.
Shots from a gun sends it to the ground.
Ever to be remembered by the grass, water and dirt it set it's hooves in.