Horse.

In search of another story I once again asked my grandmother if she had any worth telling. A silly question to ask a lady who has taken at least one lesson on almost everything under the sun, some include: belly dancing, sewing, knitting, line dancing and horse-back riding to name just a few. The story I'm, well she is about to share comes from one these lessons, horse-back riding.

Here's the story:

"I am afraid of horses so I decided to take horse-back riding lessons to get over my fear. Expecting to merely ride the horse I quickly learned it took much more then just hoping on and going for a gallop. Turns out I had to groom the horse, clean the crap and mud out of it's hooves and harness it before I could even think of riding this thing. Finally, after an hour or two, I was at the point where I was going out to the ring to learn how to ride. I was told to grab a riding helmet before heading out, this may be quick for other people but because I wore my hair in a high bun I had to try on several different helmets in order to find one that would fit my head. The woman showing us the ropes suddenly bellows at me, 'JUST GRAB A DAMN HELMET, THIS ISN'T A GOD DANM FASHION SHOW!'. 

To think I paid good money for this abuse.  Today, I am still afraid of horses."