Well, I'll tell you - but it won't be QUITE the story you expect.
About 40 years ago, I got to rent a horse to go on a trail ride. It was my first time on a horse's back. Naturally, they had a bombproof horse for me to ride, and a big ol' western saddle with horn to hang on to - if needed.
Well, shortly before the halfway point, Ol' Bombproof spooked. Spun and bolted for home. That would have been bad enough, but part of the trail had been blocked off with a log - but Bombproof didn't know it. Not sure how high it was - probably 12 inches, although as we galloped toward it it looked like someone had cut down a sequoia and left it in the path.
Not sure where they found one of these in southern Arizona, so maybe my memory is a bit hazy:
With cactus on either side, and home ahead, Bombproof never slowed. I stood up in the stirrups and we were on the other side before I could get scared. Bombproof finally came to a halt at his corral. A fellow there asked if I was OK. "Well", I said, "the goin' sure took longer than the comin'".
I didn't want my Mom to freak, so when she drove in to pick me up from the 1 hour trail ride I didn't say a thing. Neither did the stable, which kept the full price of the ride. I was able to talk my Mom into paying for a few more trail rides before she said it cost too much and horses were stupid and why did I want to waste good money riding horses.
Now I'm 54. I've ridden Mia over a few 12 inch 'jumps'. Part of me would like to learn jumping, but another part of me thinks it would cost too much for lessons given that I don't want Mia to do jumping (don't think she is well suited for it, physically or temperamentally). But that WAS my first (and darn near last) time jumping!