When shit hits the fan

Do you remember the first time that you did something you knew you shouldn’t but you did it anyways?
When I was about nine years old my neighbor got a new pony, he was jet black, elegant with a beautiful little head. He was way prettier than my pony who looked like a little draft horse with feathered legs and a crested neck so I decided that this new pony would look really cool pulling a cart. My other neighbor had this flower cart with two wheels and a bar that set on the ground but when you raise it up it rolled quite nicely. The pony was the prefect height for the cart to roll without hitting the bar on the ground. No one was around and I thought this was going to be great! When they see how cool this was going to work neither one of my neighbors would be upset that I borrowed the cart or the pony.
I found an old saddle and tide the cart to the cinch rings on each side. I walked the pony around pulling the cart, it seemed to work great at a walk, when the pony would stop the cart bars would drag the ground and stop. I was so excited, I never had wheels before. I had made every kind of drag you could think but with a drag you get covered with stickers and dirt, it wasn’t as cool as something with wheels. I climbed into the flower cart and with a slap on the ass with the reins we were off and for a brief second it was really cool but as the pony started to go faster, looking behind him with his little eye getting wider and wider I tried to pulled him up but the cart hit him in the ass and he leaped forward flipping me out the back. As I got to my feet all I could do was watch this pony freak out with the cart hitting him in the ass, hitting the round and then flying back up hitting him in the ass again. The flower cart broke into pieces as the pony ran for his life leaving only the bar remaining dragging behind. The pony had cuts on his back legs and the cart was destroyed. Needless to say my neighbors were not impressed and I had to work the hole summer to make up for my miss judgment, hurting the pony and for the repayment of the flower cart. I never forgot how badly that turned out and the helpless feeling watching it happen with nothing I could do to stop it, I understood the saying, when shit hit the fan.
Through the years I have had many of these kind of moments happen, sometimes my own bad judgment sometimes not but most are, I could of, should of, would of moments, like last night.
I had been out of town for four days and one of my mares had to be in a stall the hole time cause she keeps braking through the hot wire fence. I decided to take her to my Wed. Night Clinic I teach, I was running behind and didn’t get to round pen her first. She is by Doc at Night and out of a Flinns Guy Son Of a Doc mare, this filly is the top of the line sports model to say the least, probably the most athletic horse I have ever owned and hot, but when she settles she is a ride like no other, It's like flying, an amazing feeling.
I got to my clinic and saddled her, she was jumpy snorting at everything and I new I should round pen her a few minute but I was late and my clients were waiting. I mounted and she seemed ok while we sat chatting for a while, I decided I should get warmed up and sent her out to trot a circle, within a few strides she went to bucking and I was on the ground before I even knew what happened. She never buck me off before but I knew how fresh she was and I was pushing it. I had even had a thought go through my mind a few days earlier that I was going to get bucked off, I chucked it off as silly fear to be overcome. After getting hurt it takes awhile to get back to feeling confident again and I have struggled with this in the past but as of late I’ve been feeling like my old self again. I’m not sure why I did that, I know better and I'm feeling the regret today, thankfully the arena was soft, It could have been worse. She was great the rest of the night, as usual. Hopefully lesson learned but it’s hard to tell sometimes between crippling fear or wisdom. This one was my bad, like tieing that pony to that cart when I was nine. I wanted my old self back but not that far back. lol