Alas, I wasn't as fearless as I seemed to be when I was a little squirt, (mean as the devil, feisty, and mischievous), but I was a little chicken from time to time...lol...even of the old snakes in that pond...for just a minute....as long as I wasn't touching it and had Spot along...
Here is one of me, when I was about 11, the only reason I was on this thing's back is my best friend was there to ride and I couldn't let her know how chicken I was...after all I was a farm girl and she was a city girl...oh the shame of it...another city person who wasn't afraid of a horse..
You can tell I was holding on for dear life and if that think had'a moved I'd died right then and there. LOL, Mr. Wigham, an older Gentlemen who rented the front pasture to keep his horses in, at that time, was standing right behind the camera, till Linda took my picture. She loved to ride so since there was only one horse there tame enough to ride ( how lucky for me), I sweetly let my guest ride all she wanted, after all I could ride anytime, now couldn't I.......hey it sounded good and she didn't find out I was to chicken to ride. Don't you love my flannel shirt, big leg rolled up jeans and saddle oxfords with bobby socks, typical early 50's dress. I even had on a belt...wow, I never wear belts any more.
Ok, so now you know my deep dark sins. I will try to do better next time. Oh, we also had a ghost in the Farm House...I kid you not, even our CockerSpaniel, Honey was afraid to go in the living room after dark, but then that's another story........Y'all come back now, ya hear.