My first time jumping was around 2 years ago. I was riding a 14.1hh 20 yr old school pony with my instructor and a few other girls down the back paddocks (the school is on 50 acres and backs onto reserve bushland) and there were all these fallen logs around. We were cantering along the fenceline, towards a line of trees. We were meant to STOP just before the trees, but McGregor had other ideas. It had been so long since he'd been allowed to canter for such a long period (he'd endured countless hours of endless plodding, rein jerking, leg tapping from children) that he got just "a little" excited. When the others all veered across to the right, away from the trees, towards where our riding instructor was waiting, McGregor sped up and before you'd know it, we were dodging trees.
We popped over about 3-4 small logs before I managed to pull him up. My instructor and the others came running up to see me clinging on half-way up this now-happily-grazing horse's neck and making strange noises which seemed like a combination laughing and screaming!!!
The art of keeping a horse between YOU and the GROUND!