Both of these horses were absolute monsters compared to my 10-year-old size.
This ride on Grandpa's draft horse was the first time I ever rode a horse in my entire life.
The male was a gelding and the female was intact. They were definitely a team and Prince the gelding was the leader. Queenie a female would follow Prince wherever he went. Prince was barn sour and every time he come to a driveway he would turn into it regardless of whether it was his driveway or not. And he really didn't give a shit how fast he was going when he made that turn. We had both horses in our fenced in yard at our house to mow the lawn. Grandpa decided he wanted the horses back so he could work them. My older brother Richard was going to ride Prince and I was going to be riding Queenie. It was decided that I didn't need any rein because Queenie would go wherever Prince went and Richard would be riding him. Richard warned me about Prince and his driveway problem. There was only one driveway between our place and M2. Richard hollered at me and screamed for me to hang onto Queenie’s mane really tight as we approached the neighbors driveway at a full gallop. I was already riding Queenie above her shoulders and around the base of her neck because I was too small to sit on her back. Sitting anywhere on her back was like me sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. The only thing that I could possibly do was to hang onto her mane.
Richard had Prince's head pulled all the way around to the left when we reached the driveway. Prince didn't care and he made a right hand turn in that driveway at full speed and Richard went off over the left side and when Queenie followed Prince I went off the left side and we both ended up in the neighbors gravel driveway on our butts. Neither horse stopped for us. They both stopped at the neighbors barn door and waited like they expected us to let them in the neighbors barn. We gathered both horses, led them back out to the road, got back on and finished the ride back to Grandpa's farm.
That big draft horse was probably 20 times my size and yet I still had the balls to get back on her. At 10 years old I didn't even have any fur on my marbles.
