It all started about three minutes into the lesson. I was walking around, warming up the Firefly, the very mare-ish, but lovable, quarter horse. Then I went into a trot. Well, Fly started going about a hundred miles per hour, and all attempts at slowing her down failed. I bounced around for about five more minutes, trying vainly to drive her around some poles.
Moments after I got her nice and collected, she suddenly darted off (I think I was squeezing with my heals again... I really have to stop that). My reins were WAY too loose, so I couldn't stop her. I than had the smart idea of leaning way to the outside and trying to get her at least going around the pattern again. Well, I leaned to the outside WAY too hard and the saddle slipped to the side!
I grabbed for some mane, but only got her fur (poor Fly). So, I hung there, foot trapped in the stirrup, about to fall off, and started screaming "Make it stop! Make it stop!" (You see, my worst fear is getting a foot caught in the stirrup, so I was naturally panicking.) Than my trainer started LAUGHING at me before taking her sweet time in getting me down.
And that is only part one of my fail.
So, now I got the lovely privilege of cantering. You see, Fly has the worst, roughest, most downhill canter on the planet, so I was pretty nervous.
"Alright, got to get this over with... CANTER, FLY, CANTER!" Well, I started pulling on her mouth and kicking her at the same time, so she had NO idea what I was asking for. Therefore, she got very angry at me and started trotting as fast as she could and throwing her head, yanking the reins from my hands.
We tried again. This time, it was even worse. Fly went right to cantering with time, but picked up the wrong lead and started back for the barn. I panicked (again) and lost my stirrups.
"NO, STOP! SLOW DOWN!" But I was squeezing with my heels again since I didn't have any stirrups, so she just went faster.
*Sigh* Hey, at least I didn't fall.