So finally I got my own horse, an older, mellow, quarter horse named Toby. I spent part of my sophomore year of high school in a cast, with a broken wrist from a fall after I flew over her head and landed on the ground. The embarrassing part is that I wasn't bucked off. She just stumbled a bit in a little hole and over her head I went! Remember, I said she was an older horse.
Several years later my father did a carving of her.