haha...most of my horse experiences ended badly. I was about 9 yrs old when the horse I was on decided it was "dinner time" and lit out for the barn...about 1/4 mile down the hill, across the dam and into the barn, madhouse, full out running. I had on a knit hat...close fitting.
A pine limb stretched across the dam and was real low. I ducked just enough that it only took the hat off my head, not my head. I never trusted any horse after that.