I am afraid of horses. I have a childhood memory of being hoisted up onto a very large horse. I have to assume it was a draft horse up on Aunt Evelyn’s farm. I don’t remember any details but fear. That fear clouds my judgement to this day.
To learn to groom a horse , saddle one including reaching under it to tighten its belt and sit on one as it walks around the pen is on my personal life list. I am not anywhere close to crossing it off my list. I am working on my fear this year with the horses that we run on our pasture in the early summer each year. They will be here for about a month or so. They are very friendly and tame. When they leave here they go and spend the summer ridden by family friends and children. They are smart about people and have learned how to be gentle with those who are less experienced. They are a prefect learning experience for me.
During the time there are here I am working on petting them. Once I master that my next goal is to be in the pasture with them and not pray that they stay in the far corner and will not notice me. One step at a time.
As I write this it sounds nothing short of pure foolishness that I let this childhood fear still drive me 50 years later but it does. Remember this all you parents when you put your scream with fear child on Santa’s lap.