Getting Back Out There

Once in my early twenties, I went for a horseback ride.  A group of my friends decided to go and when I told my mom, she asked if she could come. We got to the stables, saddled up, climbed aboard and set off for a lovely, evening trail ride. Then, about halfway through our ride, we decided to run the horses a bit.  My horse stumbled on a large rock and I went face first into the ground. NOTE TO SELF: BREAK FALL WITH HANDS NOT FACE!... More