>>>>I am so thankful I grew up in an era where there was not
the paranoia of having kids snatched that there is today. I rode all
over the area...I remember having men expose themselves and men make crude
remarks to >>>me. When I would tell my mother, she just told me
as long as I was on my horse, I would be safe,
When I was 12 I rode a 50" tall pinto mare all over creation, including
some trails up toward the mountain behind my house. There were some honest to
goodness "hillbillies"...inbred with a moonshine still (for real!) , who lived
in piecemeal houses back along the base of the mountain. One day my mom was
telling me she didn't like me riding back there, something might happen. I
decided to gamble a bit and told her yes, I really was in danger riding that
pony because she was prone to balk and how much *safer* I'd be if they'd buy me
a fast *horse*. Well, she never even considered the horse and jumped on the fact
that I'd admitted I wasn't safe on the pony. Boy, did I have a hard time backing
out of that statement!
