I remember having a lot of fun the first time I went horseback riding. I started freaking out though when we started down a trail that was right on the edge of a steep drop off. “Why are they letting someone walk on the edge of a cliff 15 minutes into the first time they’ve ever been on a horse!” Then it gradually dawned on me that the horse comes down this trail everyday and it knew how to not kill itself while on an afternoon stroll. I was the horse’s guest, not it’s master.