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As a child/young teen I fell off more times that I care to remember.
The first time I fell off was when I was at a show with a friends elder horse. I got a leg up because she was too big for me but she moved forward and I went behind the saddle, started hopping and I fell off. There was a blurry video of it and all you could hear was my mother laughing her head off, and then me crying.
A fall that particularly sticks out for me was when I was on a trail. I was riding my horse and my mother was on a push bike. These trails were in a city/town sort of thing, so we came to this high fence with a small trail running down it, we were about to turn down when an emu came up to the fence, and sort of pushed its head forward, as they do, to look at my horse. He freaked out. Spun on his hindquarters to bolt but while turning got the bike stuck on his saddle/stirrup. I went flying of and he bolted, kicking out like mad until the bike came loose and run about 5kms home without stopping.
We started walking back, me bleeding and bruised, and met a guy on the trail who said he'd seen the horse and was checking if we were okay. He offered me to ride his 17hh horse back, but to an 11 year old it looked like a monster. By the time we got back people at our agistment place were about to "mount a rescue" which was sweet. They had caught my horse, untacked him and put him in a yard.
These days I don't fall off - I have a fear of it so I just flat out refuse to come off and haven't for years.
The first time I fell off was when I was at a show with a friends elder horse. I got a leg up because she was too big for me but she moved forward and I went behind the saddle, started hopping and I fell off. There was a blurry video of it and all you could hear was my mother laughing her head off, and then me crying.
A fall that particularly sticks out for me was when I was on a trail. I was riding my horse and my mother was on a push bike. These trails were in a city/town sort of thing, so we came to this high fence with a small trail running down it, we were about to turn down when an emu came up to the fence, and sort of pushed its head forward, as they do, to look at my horse. He freaked out. Spun on his hindquarters to bolt but while turning got the bike stuck on his saddle/stirrup. I went flying of and he bolted, kicking out like mad until the bike came loose and run about 5kms home without stopping.
We started walking back, me bleeding and bruised, and met a guy on the trail who said he'd seen the horse and was checking if we were okay. He offered me to ride his 17hh horse back, but to an 11 year old it looked like a monster. By the time we got back people at our agistment place were about to "mount a rescue" which was sweet. They had caught my horse, untacked him and put him in a yard.
These days I don't fall off - I have a fear of it so I just flat out refuse to come off and haven't for years.
