Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Sleeping in the hayloft *sshhh*
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I definitely remember my first gallop because it was also my first fall. We were having a lesson in the indoor arena(which is huge because it was built to be used for polo) and at the time I'd been riding for about six months. My teacher instructed us to drop our irons and trot the pattern she'd set up. As I was preparing to take my turn, ice started to slide down the tin roof and fall, which causes alot of noise, and my horse spooked. I'm not the greatest rider even now, but at this time, I was the clumsy-looking pudgy kid riding. So, anyway, my horse took off down the long side and when she rounded the corner I lost my balance and got my first of many grade-a concussions. Likely, I would have enjoyed this experience, had I been able to stay on.
The best part, I remember, was my instructor saying, "darn, you landed in poop too... it's in your hair..."
Luckily, my cell phone has never broken through any of my falls.
Well, that's my share of rambling. ^.^
If life made sense, men would ride sidesaddle.