Giddy-Up Cowgirl...or Not

Who would've thought I would be a chicken little when it came to riding a horse? (I am actually realizing that I am a chicken little about more things than I thought I was) Jamon took me up to the Andelin Reunion a couple of weeks ago, and lucky me I got to go horseback riding. I wanted to have the confidence to gallop around like a rodeo princess, but no, I had no confidence. Jamon made sure that I had the best and calmest horse. After we finally got some stirrups that were short enough for my petite stature and I gave Steve, my calm horse a pep talk we headed out on our excursion. They told me Steve would follow all the other horse's and stop when they stopped. They were right. He did a pretty good job and when I pulled the reins in a direction he actually went that direction. We had a moment when one horse kicked another horse and that horse ran into Steve. Poor Steve was frightened and started to run off, and that about did it for me. I was scared out of my mind. Of course the worst thing that could happen started running through my head and I thought for sure I was going to get thrown off. I was able to calm Steve and myself down. My least favorite thing about riding a horse would be going down hill. Steve didn't want to go slow. He wanted to catch up with all his horse buddies. He probably really wasn't going that fast, but I was still a little scared. But here I am writing to tell you about it. I don't think I'll be riding like a rodeo princess anytime soon, but I can at least say I did it. I'm not making any promises to go again either!