Oh. I have a few. When I learnt to ride, the YO would get all sorts of horses in on the behalf of dealers.
"Put Sophie on them, she bounces"- Not as in chubby kid bounces, as in flexible bones bounces.
Fee- This 'kids' pony. Absolutely GORGEOUS dainty pony- no joke. Fab moves, and first dressage-y thing I ever rode.
We trained her at first in the tiny indoor, then when the weather was good we took her in to the outdoor school. To say she was spooky was an understatement. Scared of her own shadow. To the point where she didn't give a darn about who she hurt, even if it was herself- she just bolted.
She ran in to other horses, and one kicked her, but grazed my knee. The bruise was quite something else.
When she charged and ran over the YO under saddle, however, no one rode her again after that.
Galina- the school horse. Galina means little hen or something. NOT. I was the only one she wouldn't fall over on when she reared. My mum refused to watch me ride her. She was taken away and shot.
Wellington- Never was there a horse quite like ol' Boots. Stunning looking, and proud. As a 5yo was worth a lot of money in the SJ ring. At 10 his mind was broken. I learnt to sit a buck on that horse. And spins. And shoulder drops. Any anything else he could throw your way. He was mean, pure mean. I still have a scar on my chest where I had him in cross ties, ducked under the rope to go round and pick his other feet out, he managed to pull forwards and grab hold of me and wouldn't let go. Stable hand punched him in the side of the head to make him drop me.