What Happened to the Fun?

 

 I was out front planting bulbs today, a really nice mild day for November and a light mist coming down on and off.  The neighbor girl and two of her friends were out riding her horses

around our dirt roads and giggling and talking and having the best time.  The neighbor girl seems to be an accomplished little English rider but her friends maybe not so much.  There were three girls but only two horses and they kept stopping and changing who was riding who and who was in front etc.  Then they dropped off one girl up the road and I heard her say "ready, set, go!"  and the two horses came flying down the road with the girls giggling like crazy.  I could barely watch, my stomach was flip flopping and I was sure somebody was going to find out just how hard that road really is.  But it sure made me smile too and remember how it was to be 12 or 13 and fearless.  Horses should be fun dammit!  What happened to all that stuff?  I turned 55 this week and most of the people I ride with are my age or older and we're all damned careful!  I want that fun feeling back and I'm gonna get it!  As long as I don't have to find out how hard that road really is.  :)

Ok, so we do manage to have some fun!