He took off and decided to pick up some speed and needless to say I was getting a little scared. He slowed down some and did it again and we took off like lightening, now I was really frightened and started to cry and he just keep going and I felt myself slipping from my hold on him and before you know there I was flat on my back screaming and crying. He finally realized I wasn't there and came back for me. I was sorely bruized but not broken.
Of course he called me a crybaby, made some fun and laughed. I hated him from that time on. Of course I don't hate him anymore but I did for a few years and never went to visit him and my aunt again for a long, long time. I still love horses but have not been on them since. Maybe someday!
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