Where to start? At the beginning I guess. My cousin and I were 10 years old. They lived on land in northern BC, pretty wild country, and she had 6 siblings, her being 3rd youngest. I grew up in Vancouver, galloping around my back yard on several imaginary steeds. We were visiting them up north when I learned my oldest cousin had just bought a 17hh proud cut percheron cross 3 year old. He had a handful of rides on him. Me being the daredevil I am(and my cousin was the same) I convinced her we needed to go riding. We put the grain pan in the round pen, then locked him in. We then put his bit in the grain bucket and pulled the bridle over his ears. We shimmied up the fence and jumped on. I think he bucked us off 7 times before we called it quits. No one else ever knew.
When we were twelve(and 4' nothing) we decided to go for a ride, at this point we were all in alberta. The horses were on a 1/4 section. We caught the same proud cut draft cross, bridled him(too short to saddle) and I climbed a tree and hopped on. At first it was great, but he started picking up speed and ignoring the bit. Turns out his mares had left. I galloped flat out(up to this point I had a total of 4 w/t lessons) across the whole quarter and some very sketchy terrain before he found the mares again. I walked home.
I had been riding seriously for 6 months, 3-5 days a week, when I took a great mare out on a trail ride. Trotting up out of a ditch she stumbled, flipped completey over and flung me across the road onto my head. Bad case of whiplash.
4 days later I was on an arab, she was spooky, but I was sure I could ride her out. First she vaulted over a hub cap, clearing it by 3'. Next she launched herself into a deep part of the river to avoid a suspicious looking grass clump, nearly drowning us both. Then we were cantering down a trail when a man stepped out of the bush. Unexpected sliding stop and unscheduled dismount.
2 days later I was on the most trustworthy gelding on the farm, had a great ride, we decided to gallop across the hay field. The cinch snapped as we hit full speed, the saddle slipped and I came off. Cracked helmet and torn tendons.
Decided to ride an ottb mare one day on a trail ride (I was 17), I had seen her ridden several times before. She seemed fine, tack fit, lunged her, she was doing great. 1 minute into the ride she decided to become a saddle bronc, I stayed on for 6 or 7 bucks before sailing through the air. I shattered my wrist.
Then one of the weirdest ones. I had lost a lot of my confidence at one point, I had owned a gelding the was an unpredictable diva, he threw me off multiple times. Then I had a very quiet mare I thought would break out nicely. Ground manners a++(I started working with her as an untouched wild 3 year old), but she was smart and lazy and figured out that if she bucked me off she could go stand by the gate(until I caught her again), so she bucked me off constantly. After those two I subconsciously believed every horse was out to hurt me. The only horse I could relax on was my BO's old appy gelding that I had ridden for 100's of miles. One day we were out on a trail ride, It was sunny and warm any we were walking along with our feet out of the stirrups in the grassy ditch. He saw a rock on his right and spooked in slow motion around it, to the left, forgetting that there was an incline up to the gravel road. He tripped, flipped completely upside down and rolled back onto his side, laying on the gravel road. As he started falling, I some how stepped out of the saddle and walked across the road. I just remember the horse falling, then me standing on my feet across the road looking down at him laying on the gravel. None of the people I was with could believe it. My synthetic saddle was ripped to shreds.
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