There is a horse riding club in the outskirt of Best Town. They kept several horses and trained the horses to run around a field. 

I rode horses when I reached Best Town. I rode for a circle. It was the first time I rode a horse. I felt as if I was sitting on a warm mat made of flesh. The horse wandered for a moment, then trotted for three minutes. When I mounted the horse, I felt nervous. The horse meandered in the field. A girl passed us, on her horse. We were all roaming on horseback, over the ground. What if I am born a Mongolian, and learn riding a sheep ever since I am a toddler? And I would grow up on horseback. Probably, sometimes I would ride a horse and travel for long distances to a new city. When the soldiers open the gates for me, I would send the messages to the general. When I dismounted the horse, I felt at ease. And I grew more confident.

I challenged myself and rode for a big circle, around the meadow. The sky was vast and sunny. The horse ran on, light hearted, tramping spring grass beneath its feet. I clipped my legs tightly at both sides of the body of the horse, feeling excited and nervous. I held the reins and listened to the instructions of the coach attentively. Sometimes the coach ordered the horse in its own language. The horse galloped and a sensation of wildness arouse in my heart. I rode on, leaning at the back, brave and fearless. A breeze was blowing, and my heart was thumping. Soon the horse ran to a ditch and I felt tense. The horse crossed the ditch in a second at ease, and drew a deep breath. Hooves were clinking in the air. The horse trotted swiftly, then it wandered in the field.