I was scared to canter. I admit, I was petrified. Scary. All I could think about it. When we pulled into the drive to my Riding Instrutor's house, I walked in shaking. I was going to canter today. Not like the other lessons, where I was to scared, and trotted the whole time, but today was the day. I would write it in my horse journal. " Today I cantered! I am so proud of myself "!NOT! I had not even tacked up yet. Red,the trusty 10 year old QH that I rode. I brought him in from the field, and groomed and tacked up. By the time I was tighetening the cinch, I was litteraly shaking. " Meghan! What's wrong "? My RI Anne asked alarmed. " Today Anne, I am going to canter ". I said calmly." Oh. Well you beter get your brain bucket on "!Now, I was REALLY scared. But I got into the saddle anyways. I warmed him up, then changed directions, and did it again. " Ready to canter"?Despite my fears, I answered." Yes ". I said so shakily that I coundn't even understand my self. " All right. Now give him some leg and touch him with your crop "! I was holding on for dear life. But I listened. And did it. Red cantered, right lead. And then I stopped him. " What! What are you doing"?! Anne screamed to me." I-I'm sorry"!" Ah don't worry about it! Try again! All by yourself on the turn so he will take the right lead".So I trotted him to the turn, kicked him lightly, and touched him with the crop gently and said it. Tha six letter word would change my life forever. " CANTER "! I screamed. Red broke into the most beautiful medium canter I had ever seen and ridden. I was flying. I wasn't on earth, I was in the clouds. We were riding on a lush cloud, not ever touching the ground. And then I was back earth. " That was AMAZING "! Anne cried!I was so happy, I had little tears of joy. I, Meghan.N.W, had cantered. I was now, an intermediate rider. And questions? Just post!