I loved to ride when I was young. I wanted my own horse but never
could afford my own. So it was trail rides and riding academies and
once at a girls ranch. I miss it today, since I love horses. I would
have height and balance issues if I tried to ride today. But I still re-
member the ride of my life, when a horse took off with me in a corral
with a high fence, and attempted to jump. I'd lost the reins and got
two handfuls of mane, and pulled back as hard as I could. We both
landed with a hard thud. I came that close to the horse breaking
something and probably my neck as well. I'll never forget the force
that overcame my fear and I was determined to control that horse.
I sure got the flack from the ranch councilors that day. They thought
it was a dare devil stunt of all things. And I was using a saddle. I
thought later, how much I'd have loved to learn to ride bareback. In-
stead we learned to jump on our horses rears and other tricks you
don't get the chance to be taught normally. I relive those precious
times, when I rode.