I guess my dad was having a bad year when I was about 5 or 6, because we had to move into a trailer house in the country. One of our responsibilites was taking care of the horses in the horse barn behind the house. There was another trailer house on the property, but they just lived there. They didn't have work and wern't supposed to mess with the barn or animals. We had to burn our trash.
We had a lot of land to get into trouble in.
One night, me and the two neighbor boys decide we are going to go get a horse out and ride it around...at night. We're 5-8 years old, there's three of us.
We were'nt big enough to tack the horse, and we couldn't figure out how to get up on it bare back.
So we all drop down into the stall by the horse's feet. Trample and kick zone, and the horse dosen't like this BS one bit.
We do some sort of a three kids on sholder's boost move (using the stall rails for stability).
I'm the one that got on bare back. The other two tried to get on too, but it just wasn't happening.
The other boys are just about to open the stall for my getaway. Remember, no saddle or reins...Indian style.
My dad shows up in time to stop us. He was just glad we weren't permanently retarded from getting kicked.
A bunch of other country kid shit happened that year in the country. And then more in the big city of Abilene.