As we rode into the fields, the sun warm on my face and the wind tousling my hair, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my son Caeden seated in front of me on our trusty horse, Tuck. His eyes sparkled with excitement as we raced across the open expanse, his laughter ringing out as he urged me to go faster.
"Faster, Mama, faster!" Caeden shouted, his small hands gripping the reins tightly as he leaned forward, his joy infectious. I urged our horse on, the thrill of the race coursing through my veins as we galloped alongside Ivan and our daughter Cyril. The sound of hooves pounding against the ground filled the air, the world a blur of colors as we raced towards our destination.
Ivan and Cyril were ahead, their laughter mingling with the wind as they too pushed their horse to its limits. The competition was fierce, but the joy of the moment overshadowed any sense of rivalry as we reveled in the exhilaration of the race.
