I've had horses almost my whole life, from early teens until I moved to Florida about six years ago. All I wanted to be when I was a kid was a farrier, which I went to school for at 18 and practiced until my 30's. I've had a huge variety of horses, but mostly Arabs, and mostly rode trails and drove carts/cutters. The only two broken bones I've ever had have been horse-related: hit my thumb as hard as I could with a hammer while shoeing, trying to get a stubborn nail to turn, and bailed off a bucking two year old on his first trail ride- afraid of being thrown off into trees, and by instinct didn't let go of the reins, and slammed my head into a tree, so then let go, but when the bucking, scared horse came running back to me for protection, I got up to move out of his way, and discovered I'd broken my leg. Never felt it happen. When I moved down here, I could no longer afford a horse, but my five acres is a nice fenced pasture, so maybe some day...

Nanci