What a great grandpa I had. My sister and I use to spend every spring break at grandpa's place. What a great surprise to us when we pulled in on a sunny spring day to see the cutest and most beautiful Sorrel pony standing in the yard munching away on the green grass. She was ours, so from that day forward we spent every chance we had on the back of that pony. As our cofidence grew so did our crazy side. We had been to the circus and seen them vaulting onto the back of the horses and thought why can't we do that. So first thing the next morning we went and got Candy out of the pasture. All morning long I practiced running up behind her and jumping on to her back. How great was this every time I landed perfectly on her back just like at the circus. So of coarse now that I had it mastered (So I thought) I took Candy out to the front yard and tied her to the fence next to the grape vines. I ran inside and gathered everyone, Mom, Dad, Grandpa, sister and the neighbors who were over visiting, to come out and watch what I could do. I walked up to Candy to let her know I was back, and trotted off across the yard to get a good running start. As I take off running to the butt of this pony, she is standing there watching me out of the corner of her eye. Just as I put my hands on her rump and vault myself up onto her back like I had done a thousand times prior that morning, she as any pony would after a day of catering to a horse crazed little girl, Put her head done to graze on the sweat green grapes growing on the vines. Sending me flying straight over her and into the fence eating a mouth full of grapes and leaves. As I pulled myself off the fence and turned and looked at her, I would almost swear that she was standing there laughing at me, along with my entire family and the neighbors. That was the last day I ever vaulted onto the back of Candy. I had learned my lesson. But to this day I honestly think she did it on purpose just to prove a pony point! he he
Only a Pony!
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