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Soooo, today I faced one of my big fears.

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                  .......................I rode a horse.

Hardcore. I know.

                            
                                                                                 Not.


So, my brother went duck hunting with my uncle today. Naturally I was his escort, not necessarily a bad thing because my uncle has horses...I love horses...I mean, I'm terrified of them but I love them.

I know, it's dumb. I'm a wimp...say it. You won't hurt my feelings.

We got to my uncle's house...and he asked if I wanted to ride one of the horses while they hunted. I said I would make an attempt, and he helped me bring Lady (the more gentle of the horses) into the barn so I could brush her and tack up. He got a saddle and bridle and stuff for me and laid it out. Then he left. Me alone.With a horse.
I was flipping out.
And then I started talking to the horse as I tried to saddle her up.
She just looked at me like I'm...like I'm......
I dunno.
But she was lookin' at me funny.
And then I led her out into this tiny green corral (too scared to ride on the other side of the fence) and tried to get on. She kept dancing around.
Stupid.
Finally I got on.
She didn't like it. In fact she tried to headbutt me. Which was lame....but after a while I got used to it and it wasn't scary anymore. This horse obviously just has a headbanging problem and probably needs therapy.
So I rode. And I rode. And I dodged her head flying up at me. And I talked to her. A lot. I don't even know why...probably because I was nervous. But I did it, and I'm proud of me.
And now I smell like horse.
Blech.