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On a hot summer afternoon I went horseback riding with two cousins. We had one horse and we were riding bareback. I always thought that horse was the dumbest horse I ever rode.
I don’t remember whose idea it was to ride that horse but it was a lousy idea. I guess it really doesn’t matter because I kept getting back on of my own volition, even after falling off several times.
This horse only had two speeds: run and stop. As soon as we hopped on, it started running and didn’t slow down until it came to a fence, then it stopped suddenly, and we fell off.
We picked ourselves up and jumped back on. Like the first time, it took off running and didn’t stop until we came to another fence and guess what? Same results.
After some time we realized it was getting late and we needed to get back to the barn to do our chores. I knew that we would be hitting the ground again and sure enough we did. This time the ground was hard and unforgiving. I lay on the ground holding my elbow. I was taken to the hospital and had surgery that evening.
The next morning I went home to Grandma’s where she became my supervising nurse. I must admit that she understood boys, or had a natural sophisticated radar system within her head. She kept track of me wherever I was whether on her farm, or anywhere else in Star Valley.
The thing I learned from this experience is that my grandmother loved me, she was doing what was best for me, and she monitored me to keep me safe from myself. As parents we could learn from this woman and help our children understand that we ALWAYS have their best interests when we monitor their activities.
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