Remembering That Day by Cara Benedetto I was leaning into the stirrups of my saddle, the place I belong. The foxhunt was just about to begin; my heart pounding through my excitement of the event. Katie was impatient; I felt her muscles tense. My family was all riding today, except of course Niki whose heart doesn't desire to ride. All were prancing around waiting to begin. Katie, was fine, but extremely eager to start. Her brown bay clipped coat gleaming into the sun as it woke up that morning. Katie was only the best, her white star on her face, her nostrils flared, looking as though she was smiling. Her face cute as a button, slipping your grasp, as she only wants to be loved, and of course, wants her food. The saddle I sat in was only an object on her back with me sitting deeply in it. Then all of a sudden, we were all cantering off. Coming in and out of woods and on to and out of open fields, some with Christmas trees in them. The day was wonderful, the sun gleaming on our backs, smiling down upon us. The sky was clear as a shining crystal. All the day left us with was the glowing feeling in our hearts doing something we all truly love. Cantering along an open path in the field, Katie full of hope and energy the whole entire time. I kept my balance my head up high, sitting up straight, grinning the whole time. Standing in my stirrups, hands moving in the motion of Katie. Katie is a fearless pony. Me, I was only an object on her back, the reins useless in my hands as she follows without any guidance. Then it was over like a speeding bullet. The sun burning our faces, sweating as our horses were. Tired yet full of energy, finished, but just starting. The day goes by, full of adventure, but is gone and I add another memory to my collection in my life.