As I opened the barn door, I smelled a strong smell of hay and heard a horse neighing. As soon as I saw a large horse more than twice my size, a pang of nervousness formed within me and I wondered how I would ever ride that thing. While the “Horse Camp” counselors put the saddles on the horses and gave us our helmets. (I later learned my horse was named Bailey.) We all took our horses out of the big scarlet-colored barn and tried to put their feet in the stirrups and climb aboard. I eventually made it out (with a little help) and one of the leaders tried to teach us how to steer, give them orders and go around a few pylons.When he finally told us to 'try it, I knew I was going to do it. have a problem with my horse. I started to move forward a little. Everything was going well until I had to turn around. I brought my reins to the right and my Bailey, stubborn as he was, stayed put. So, like most people would, I tried again. I tried to go right and he went right to left. Numbers. I knew I would have problems with him from...