Darn it if he isn't cute though.
|He is dragging along a feather wand that is bigger than he is|
|Got a better photo of his cute face for you all|
Anyway, on to the challenge: my first fall.
My first fall occurred when I had been riding for about a year. I was on an Appaloosa named CopyCat in a group lesson, and my instructor was having us drop the reins and steer with our legs. We were in an outdoor arena...the wind was blowing...and there were jumps set up everywhere. You can see where this is going. Being an overachiever (and lacking common sense), I refused to pick up the reins when CopyCat locked on to a jump, and I tried to steer him toward the rail with my legs. This just made him canter over the jump (which I had never done at that point), and pop! Off I went. No harm done though.