Horse

I can perfectly remember the day, where I, still a little girl, fell in love with horses. My dad took me to visit his sister in the countryside. There I met some kids to make friends with - and as soon as they got to know I was fond of horses (yet saw them on the photos only), they took me to the farm, where the only country horse lived.
It was impossible to see it in the barn, and no matter how high I climbed up the fence, there was no success either. Here the farmer noticed us and angrily walked towards us. 'Get the hell off!', he shouted. And then the guys explained that I was the kid who had never seen a horse but really wanted to.
The farmer was pretty amazed by this story - never seen a horse?! And he took it by the bridles and seeing how excited I got, how shone my eyes with fascination he asked me if I wanted to have a ride. I could hardly ever look away from this musclebound creature with grey hair - and still, I nodded, and the farmer helped me to get on horseback and sat behind me. He didn't peddle at all, so he caused the horse to gallop.
And I do perfectly remember this wonderful feeling of floating above the ground, and there's the thud of hooves, and there's crest in my arms, that smells velour grasses, and there is freedom in my heart.