Horses Continued

I was probably 9-years old when my grandfather hoisted me up on to the back of his horse. We were in Oklahoma. This was the red Caballero skateboard with patchy grip tape days.

As soon as I situated myself, that fucking beast did what was natural and bolted toward his buddy.

The leather belly strap stabilizing the saddle to the mass of muscle and spine below my ass snapped - then gravity took over.

I hit the dirt floor with my head first and then my body followed. I remember tumbling for a second.

I was told later that one of the rear hoofs came inches from crushing my skull. I guess I almost died.

Anyways...Halloween horse masks from Japan are cool.