Originally Posted by Cata hula
My dad grew up in Europe. While on a trip to Spain when my aunt was little, my Grandpa thought it would be a great idea to take the kids on a pony ride. Speaking only a little Spanish, he was able to understand that the owner of the pony was insistent he always held onto the lead rope. They took off onto their pony ride with my aunt in the saddle. After about 15 min. Of walking and the pony dragging it's feet the whole way, my Grandpa stopped to take a picture of her on the pony. Only for a second did he let go of the lead rope. No sooner had he let go, the pony bolted and started galloping away at top speed. My aunt 4 years old at that time was wailing and clinging to the saddle horn with her little legs flapping at the pony's sides. Then the saddle began to slip and she was riding on his side. They weren't able to catch him until his saddle was hanging from his belly with my aunt clutching madly to the saddle. She had to be pried off. Needless to say she won't go near horses to this day.:) Hahaha!
OMGosh!! That's so awful its HYSTERICAL! ! Made my night....great story...:)) Posted via Mobile Device