e The only reason I remember my first fall is that it was my second lesson ...third time I had been on a horse ever. He was a good horse but he was apparently spooky and didn't like wind. Well, if memory serves correct, there was a piece of tarp that wasn't fastened down. (Man, the more I think about this the happier I am I don't ride at this place anymore *shudders*) and I wasn't on a lunge line. The horse spooked and I landed on my butt with the reins in my hand. My instructor didn't put me back on that horse but I got to finish the lesson on a different one. Later I rode that horse many times during the course of the year I rode there...I was never frightened...it didn't hurt that bad and I was too horse-crazy haha.
DRESSAGE, n.: the passionate pursuit of perfection by the obsessively imperfect -Author Unknown