This one scared me. I wasn't expecting that.
I'd ridden horses as a kid, and I thought item No. 23 on the [25 before 25] list would be fun, but simple. Instead, as my animal-whisperer boyfriend nuzzled up with my aunt's horse Cupcake, I found myself dreading the moment it would be my turn to hop in the saddle. For a long time we waited in the 100+ degree heat, until finally it was time to run with the stallions.
|Cupcake getting fresh with Adam.|
The first time around my aunt was kind enough to lead Cupcake while I sat on top doing my princess-waves. But I knew that didn't count. I hadn't taken the reigns.
|My "oh-dear-is-this-really-happening-what-if-I-die?!?!" smile.|
It wasn't a long trot through the woods, but for a few minutes, I got over the fear and we sauntered around the pen together—reigns in my hands, Grandpa's boots on my feet, and slowly one hoof in front of the other.