My family took a trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee when I was seven years old. My parents loved horses and decided to take us on a guided trail ride. We were having a lot of fun, then for some reason my horse reared up on it’s back legs. I actually laughed because I was a little dare devil at the time, my dad stayed calm and smiled with pride for the way I handled myself, and my mom let out a scream. We still tease her about screaming when dad and I were calm.