You'd never know by looking at this photo of me and Anna, but not one minute after Cliff took the picture, Brat threw me. Or, should I say he reared and fell on me. Cliff almost had a heart attack, but I'm fine. It knocked the wind out of me, bruised a leg, and busted my lip... but I'm fine, and now I can say I know what it feels like to be unloaded from a horse. Yes, I did get back on (that's how cowboys do it, and it's what my daughter-in-law did when Blue bucked her off. Now the laugh's on me, Deb!).
Here's the picture Cliff took after the big event. If I look happy and confident, trust me... I'm not. But you HAVE to get back on the horse that throws you!