When Steve and I were dating, he made me go horseback riding.
On a stupid horse.
It bucked (violently threw) me off.
I landed flat on my back. In some pokey weeks. And clumps of hardened mud.
I hate that horse.
Fortunately, Lily has never been so violated by a horse. I figured I shouldn't let me fears stop her from trying when we were invited to go last week.
I even got on one. (I may show a picture of that later.) It turned out to be pretty fun. ...Aside from the end when I realized my cell phone was no longer in my back pocket and Sherry and I had to hoof it on foot around the entire field looking for it. It only took 21 missed calls to locate it.
And she made a pretty darn cute cowgirl for Halloween.