I was the assistant riding instructor as a teenager at summer camp where we rode western style. I loved working with these magnificent animals and having control of them, particularly at a full gallop. Alas, a growth spurt soured my vision of becoming a jockey. Many years later I had the pleasure of easing my wife on the only horse she ever rode and alerted her to the fact when we turned around on our little trip in the direction of the barn, her horse would pick up the pace whether she liked it or not. Fortunately she survived the experience.