Question of the Day!

I took riding lessons in a class where all the other riders were teenagers, I was in my early 20's. One day we were all waiting in a field for the instructor. There was a hay wagon parked on the field. The kids dared me to jump it. I was riding a 17-hand blood bay a very green (green means young inexperienced and in training) cross between a thoroughbred and a quarter horse. I took the dare. I took the jump broadside. We made it across. Felt a little bit like flying. I never jumped anything else as wide or large. When the instructor arrived, he reamed me out. He was right to be upset I could have been killed. The horse could have been injured permanently, more likely we would both would have been killed. Interestingly it took me years to really realize that it was something of a miracle that nothing went wrong that day. I don't even like high jumps. I watch some Olympic size jumping events and realize I would never attempt some of the jumps in the competitions. My horse's name was Tweet Hornet. As companions. we were both happier on the long trail rides we took every morning.












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