Pride goeth before the fall...
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The straps holding the breast collar to the saddle were not fastened well enough, and came loose.
Something similar to this actually happened to me. I didn't fasten the cinch tightly enough, and the saddle started to slip under me. I bailed off, landed on my back and hit my head. The horse was spooked by the saddle suddenly under her belly and was bucking. I tried to get up and my legs didn't want to hold me up. And for days after, I couldn't turn my neck. I had to turn at the waist. And pretend to my grandma that nothing was out of the ordinary, because I didn't want to frighten her.
Something similar to this actually happened to me. I didn't fasten the cinch tightly enough, and the saddle started to slip under me. I bailed off, landed on my back and hit my head. The horse was spooked by the saddle suddenly under her belly and was bucking. I tried to get up and my legs didn't want to hold me up. And for days after, I couldn't turn my neck. I had to turn at the waist. And pretend to my grandma that nothing was out of the ordinary, because I didn't want to frighten her.
Oh, I was just riding my first horse (a beautiful, grey, green-broke Arab mare) for the first time (a green rider) and she started to jog and the saddle started to rotate. If I'd been a trained rider instead of a "I can do this, I've seen a million movies!" rider, I would have pulled her nose in to her shoulder and stopped her, while leaning into the left stirrup to try to keep my balance.
Instead, I jumped off, and landed poorly. Luckily I did not land on the rocks lining the creekbed.
I decided Phantom was going to spend the rest of her life as a pasture ornament after that.
Watching people play Horseball, or Pato, is astonishing, because they really do lean way over to pick the ball up off the ground, and ride without holding on to the reins.
Instead, I jumped off, and landed poorly. Luckily I did not land on the rocks lining the creekbed.
I decided Phantom was going to spend the rest of her life as a pasture ornament after that.
Watching people play Horseball, or Pato, is astonishing, because they really do lean way over to pick the ball up off the ground, and ride without holding on to the reins.
I was such a horse-mad little girl that I got a saddle at a garage sale, and put it over my grandma's rectangular hassock, and pretended to be riding along with the horse races on TV. Even had a riding crop.
I grew up about two miles away from Monmouth Park Race track. I could hear the races when the wind was right. Smell the barns, too. I grazed my herd of plastic horses (which I still have) on the back lawn of the house, and stabled them in the tool shed.
I wanted a horse SO BADLY...
When we moved to a farm in WV, a horse came with it, technically. My dream horse. A gray Arabian mare, two years old. They named her Fancy, but I called her Phantom. She was really smart and had a Real People Personality. It broke my heart when she died of colic ten years later.
I wish I'd learned how to ride. But the few times I've gone on trail rides...I was so bored. So maybe it's better that my horses (and I've had nine, including Phantom, plus a donkey) were all pets, not steeds.
I grew up about two miles away from Monmouth Park Race track. I could hear the races when the wind was right. Smell the barns, too. I grazed my herd of plastic horses (which I still have) on the back lawn of the house, and stabled them in the tool shed.
I wanted a horse SO BADLY...
When we moved to a farm in WV, a horse came with it, technically. My dream horse. A gray Arabian mare, two years old. They named her Fancy, but I called her Phantom. She was really smart and had a Real People Personality. It broke my heart when she died of colic ten years later.
I wish I'd learned how to ride. But the few times I've gone on trail rides...I was so bored. So maybe it's better that my horses (and I've had nine, including Phantom, plus a donkey) were all pets, not steeds.
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