Most of my injuries growing up had to do with my horse. Mom told the doctor once maybe she should get rid of the horse and he said that I might get killed on my horse but if she got rid of him it would kill me for sure. I was pretty strict with my kids on safety issues with their horses because my injuries were my stupidity not the horse as an example.
We lived about 12 miles from town and one of the big treats was if dad let me ride my horse to town. It was always fun when we got to town but the ride in was boring. The worst part about the trip though was the ride home again. My horse was tired and I was hot and tired.
The irrigation canal ran from town to our house and we used to wait until we got to the Hout’s house where it was right next to the road and then we would get our horse in the canal. It would be about to his belly there and it would cool the horse and us.
I almost always rode bareback so when we got in the canal we would play as the horse plugged along home eating grass on the side of the canal as he went. It was fun to practice my trick riding then because when you fell off it did not hurt. Hout’s live about 7 miles from our house.
I was practicing away and doing a lot of falling. Every you fell and crawled back on the horse the horse got wetter and wetter and slicker and slicker.
I was trying to do a backwards flip on him. I would stand on his rump and flip backwards landing where you are suppose to be riding even though I was backwards. I kept landing on his neck so I was getting as close to his tail as I could and WHOOPS my feet slide off and down I came with my tail bone connecting to his tail bone. OUCH! OUCH! Now that was pain. I said some things you should not even say at my age let alone as a young teen. I tried to get back on my horse and no way could I set there, it was just to painful.
I slid back off my horse and tried to walk, OUCH, that hurt to bad too. Now what do I do? I finally got on my horse laying on my stomach across his back and rode home. Now that is the most uncomfortable way to ride ever invented but not near as painful as sitting on my rear.
My mom took me to the doctor and he said there was nothing he could do but it would heal. Painful time of my life. Years later my daughter and I were at elk camp and I went to run and jump on the running board of the pickup and my feet flew out on the icy running board and boom, there goes that tail bone, broke again. My daughter said in the comics when they had all those symbols she thought they were for cuss words but she learned that day that I made everyone of those sounds. I also found out that riding in a pickup with a soft coat made into a circle is a lot better then riding a horse home and I was so glad because we were 50 miles from home that time.
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