My little pony

Talking about the fair reminded me of a time we went and I got to ride the ponies.  My sister must not have been there that day.  To a 4 or 5 year old the ponies look big up close.  To an adult they look pretty small and harmless.  This day I was going to ride the ponies, even if I was afraid!  So this big greasey looking unshaved mean man lifted me up and sat me on a pony.  The ponies started to walk in a circle, when all of a sudden, my pony nipped me.  It nipped me again! Again!  Did it know I was afraid of him?  Did he know I was a little helpless girl?  Then I started to cry and each time I would pass my parents I yelled get me off!!  The mean man came over to the side of my pony, only I thought he was going to take me off, when in a very gruff and deep voice he told me to shut up!!!  Then he told me in that same deep gruff voice that I was alright nobody was trying to kill me!!  What??  I could get killed? Why was he being such a nasty man, maybe he was having a bad day.  Well, so was I!!  He made me really want off, but now I was afraind to say anything to anyone.  To me, that ride lasted an eternity, but was actually maybe 5 minutes.  When he came over to me to take me down, my eyes were as big as flying saucers.  I didn't know if he was gonig to yell again or hit me or what.  I was petrified stiff and could barely walk back to my parents.  Who seemed to be oblivious as to above details.  To this day I think horses, what ever size, are a beautiful animal, but I don't want to get within a hundred yards of one.  Needless to say, I did not ride another ride that day.  Is it a wonder that all my years growing up, I was not an adventure-ist and would say, "I do not want to do that because I could get hurt."  Thank gooness we don't use horses for transportation on a daily basis today or I would stay home and never travel anywhere.