My grandfather got up from the table one evening when we were watching wrestling and went to the barn. He had broken a hip the year before and was moving around pretty well.
Thirty mins later or so he came back in and had a big smile on his face, by that time I was pretty worried, he had left without a word.
He had gone to the barn and caught his horse, Bill, who was in the horse pasture. Took him into the box stall, put a saddle and bridle on him and got up on him.
He then got right back off, un saddled him and walked back to the house. He said he just wanted to see if he still could, had no intention of riding again, but wanted to know he still could.
Keep yer gear!
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