I remember....

... my first lesson to learn how to ride a horse. Or the first times... I went into the stables to look at the horses, but it slowly made me loose my breath. I rode a small horse, named Pepe. It was rainy and the paddock I was riding in was muddy. Apparently Pepe had put out his chest when the teacher fastened the 'singel', because suddenly I started to slide to the side of the pony until I was hanging under a walking pony. I remember that i was looking at the ground and waited for a dry spot to let go of the pony.