“Yes, my lovely girl, you will soon when you become a little older!” my Dad answered.
But I couldn’t wait any longer and so one fine morning, I connived with my ever dearest Nanny that she helped me get dressed!
After finally putting on my boots, I ran as fast as my legs could take me to reach the stable, panting heavily!
I saw the horses in shining and velvety skin scampering and trotting majestically in perfect rhythm .The stable head was not seen. I was innocently thinking that if I get their attention and move near them, they would willingly stop by for me to clamber on them. Never did I give a thought that I could offend them, what if they had a volatile character. Initially I was content with looking at the brown, big horses from a distance through the opening in the wooden fence. As my fear reduced and my confidence grew, I stepped inside and went near the horses. It was a strange sight to see a young demure girl dressed up in silken fineries of pink color, in boots and a pretty big hat on head amidst the horses.
When a couple of horses trotting fast came inches to me unaware that I wished to ride them, the stable head who noticed me from a distance was scared that I would get trampled and get hurt. He came running towards me shooing the horses away.
“Hey Hannah!!! what a foolish thing you’re doing. Don’t you know that horses too can hurt unknowingly? You are such a tiny girl. Lucky nothing happened. Who brought you here? Does your Mom know? Where is your Nanny?”
“No one knows except Nanny, Uncle. But I didn’t tell her I am coming here,” I answered sheepishly, out of fear and guilt.
"Come, would you like to ride one of them?" he kindly asked with an assuring smile on his face.
I told him "Yes, uncle, I would like to. But I am afraid and also excited.....would you take care of me?”
It was a fascinating experience though he chose a small pony for my ride. As I was enjoying the fun I failed to notice Dad, Mom and Nanny all beaming with pride as they were standing at the fence cheering me. I could see they were proud of their little girl as they patted me for my courage and grit. I was not upset with nanny for she did her duty in keeping my parents informed of my escapade.
It was a memorable day for me. To this day I am still that same little girl Hannah, strong-willed, mischievous, adventurous and an optimist!
Written for Thursday Tales
Also for Three Word Wednesday
Prompts: demure, offend, volatile