I’ll never forget the first time I jumped a horse. I was on a trail ride at summer camp in 2007, and I was riding a large black Arabian named Spirit. Galloping through the forest, we dodged tree branches, bushes, and rocks at top speed. My heart raced with the rhythmic hoof beats of my horse. I could feel excitement pulse through Spirit as we rapidly approached a fallen tree. I leaned forward and counted, “One, two, three.” We were only in the air for a few seconds, but it was the best few seconds of my summer.