firstname.lastname@example.org: falling off..
KIMBERLY PRICE (PLOUGH1@ix.netcom.com)
Tue, 4 Feb 1997 13:15:35 -0800
One of the first times I ever rode Mystery, my then 6 year old 3/4 wild
Morab, was with my cousin Sue in Livermore where Mystery lived on 100
acres with 19 others in his herd. Those days, I had no tack, hadn't
even purchased him yet, and had him in a mechanical hackamore. As we
were turning the bend at a fast trot on the way home, Mystery decided
to turn at a sharper angle then I and I landed on the ground. The
reins slipped loose, I knew he was gone, but when the stars cleared and
I looked up, there was this bay nose and inquisitive eyes staring down
at me. "what are you doing down there?" he asks. My cousin was
laughing in hysterics, and I decided that day I would buy Mystery.
Kimberly (&Mystery, now 10 years old)