My husband ran a German company here in the US. Once a year, the German Board of Directors would come over and we would host a big employee picnic at a State Park. One year, it was decided to offer free canoe rides or horse rides. I was not inclined to do either but my husband insisted. I went with the horse ride.
My first time on a horse.
The horse I was assigned was allegedly named “Mr Valium”…and I found that comforting. And so…giddyup… we were off. Initially, all went well and we trotted in a long line…over hill and dale. I was chiding myself, “Why was I so nervous?’
Then we came to a rather broad stream…
One by one, horses and riders elegantly crossed… till it came the turn of Mr Valium snd me. That’s when all Hell broke loose.
I will never inow what set Mr V off…or maybe he had just had enough of ME. Mid-stream, he made a sudden turn…and instead of crossing, we were headed God Knows Where. Once back on land, he took off like he was in the Kentucky Derby.
i just held on for dear life.
In time, thank God, we reached his chosen destination. Mr V was dumping me right back at the barn!!
Rejected.
Even Mr Valium himself was not laid back enough to put up with the likes of me.
My first and last time on a horse.