Brownie dashes down the trail, going faster than we ever had. My low side pony bouncing with every leap. I see the finish line, about a hundred feet away. My heart is pounding with every second that goes by and we haven’t passed the finish line. Brownie starts running faster and everything goes by in a blur. Before I know it, ten feet away from the finish line, Brownie stops and I fall off. The only thing I hear is my heart pounding, the sounds of the gasps and screams coming from all around me are blocked out.
Everything goes in slow motion as I crash to the ground. There’s a sharp pain in my leg and I know it’s definately broken. Tears glide down my cheeks as a girl with auburn hair and gray eyes takes the first prize and I’m carried off the trail on a stretcher.
I wake up instantly. My pillow soaked from tears in my sleep. I double check my leg to make sure it was just a dream. It’s fine and it was just a memory from breaking my leg in a race when I was eight; the last time I cried in public.
I toss and turn the rest of the night, remembering the pain from that day.
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