Getting into a scrape

This afternoon we let each of the kids ride Levi, a six-year-old paint. Then I took my turn, my first time ever on a horse. Deb rode Cinnamon ahead of me as we walked up to the main gate and back. I tried a trot, but it was way too ragged; so I tried a run, and that felt a lot smoother. Until, that is, Levi decided not to turn when the road did, and ran me into a pine tree. He ducked under the branches that whipped me. I split my lip and cheek in a few places and scraped up my arm... but it was fun anyway.