Facing My Fears

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but I have a slight fear of horses, ever since I was bucked off one when I was very young (maybe age 5?)

So, 63 years later, I thought it might be time to face those fears. With baby steps.

I first asked the horse to take off the hat. What kind of horse wears a hat? He refused.

I then asked if he could dial down the ride for me, since it has been so long. He refused.

I then asked him if he could get that silly-looking grin off his face. It was almost like he was mocking me...mocking my fear. He refused.

After 3 refusals, I decided NOT to face my fears.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF HORSE YOU ARE, BUT IF YOU'RE A QUARTER-HORSE...YOU'RE NOT GETTING MY QUARTER!

I don't think he liked my style,
but he still didn't lose the smile.