When I was 13-15,, I spent a lot of time on a horse walking, trotting, cantering, galloping and racing all over the place.. But I really loved best to go flying over the hurdles. One cool autumn day when my horse was way too frisky, I took off toward the three and a half foot hurdle. When he was starting over, he suddenly jerked his head up while I was leaning down. My tooth broke off in his neck. Sigh. My fault but still a horrible thing to happen. I got it capped right away.
