I just got home from riding. I volunteered to ride today because a group of therapists were there to observe how the place does hippotherapy. I went and enjoyed it. The lesson was different from what I’m used to, but it was still fun. I was doing walking, trotting, circles around the barrel, posting and reaching exercises. The audience was impressed. The instructor wasn’t the one I usually work with so she was amazed at how good I did. As I was walking around the arena, I looked to my right and to my surprise, my father was standing next to my grandma. I didn’t expect him to be there.
After I got off, the therapists wanted to see me walk. I was helped out of the arena and once on sturdy ground, I walked to the door by myself. The therapists were so proud of me. I enjoyed demonstrating for them. I wish I’d do this more often.