I didn’t start riding until I was 62. A rather late in life start. My first horse was Geoffrey. We were not a great match. During a lesson, Geoff dipped a shoulder and I fell off. The result was a broken helmet, broken ribs, and a concussion. My trainer and several witnesses said that I got back on. I don’t remember that.
A not so quick trip to the local emergency department (after driving myself home, I don’t remember that either) I was almost as good as new, and much poorer. Geoff went on to find a new home. My next horse experience was with Sadie. Yes, the Sadie in the book. When told that I was taking lessons on Sadie, people’s eyes would get big and the color would drain from their face.
You see, Sadie had a reputation for being difficult and was not a good match for me. From the beginning it was if Sadie knew that I was just learning (She was right). She was kind and gentle with me and forgave me for all of my mistakes. In dressage lessons she would hear what the trainer said and would do it.
Even if I was not asking correctly. Sometimes she would look at me as if to say “What are you doing up there? Never mind, I’ll take care of you. Just try not to fall off.” She did take care of me, and I never fell off.