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Sunday, November 18, 2007
Fun Monday... A Buggy Ride.
Karisma and Kids, set the rules this week; here they are.
"I want you to take a trip down memory lane, and keep right on going, right back to your childhood. And I want to hear "THAT STORY". You remember the one? Yes, you do! The one your parents, siblings, extended family or friends, would never let you forget, live down or get over!"
Like most of us I had an exemplary childhood with absolutely no embarrassing stories to tell.... well apart from perhaps this one.
When I was about 13 years old we lived on a farm in north east Victoria, I had a horse at the time and on the property there was an old four wheeled Buggy which I sometimes hitched the horse into.
During the occasion in question we had a cousin the same age as myself staying with us, we had decided to take the horse and Buggy for a drive into the local town so set forth for this adventure, all went well until I let the horse take a breather and graze on the grass at the side of the road, when we were set to go again this wily old nag decided it was time to go home, he turned sharply for home causing the buggy to lurch violently onto two wheels and prepare to tip over.
While we were not very experienced in the art of buggy driving we figured it was safer to leave the buggy at this stage and jump clear, which we did, as luck would have it this allowed the buggy to straighten back onto its four wheels and with a much lightened load the horse took this chance to trot of down the road towards home.
Thankful that at least we didn't have a wrecked Buggy to explain we set of after it... expecting to find the horse grazing contentedly not to far down the road, we did find him waiting patiently at the gate at home some five miles further than we had expected him to go.
This fairly harmless adventure grew into an urban legend within the family with the more elaborate versions having us jumping for our lives before we were killed in the wreckage while other versions stuck fairly closely to the facts but highlighted our horsemanship to an embarrassing degree
This is said Buggy, cousin and rear end of horse, with me (at this stage) in control.
This picture proved so popular I've included a couple more
Self and Danny
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My sister Merle, a pet lamb, me (with two pairs of pants on???) and cousin Danny, of buggy
ride fame. This one several years younger?? Definitely farm kids!!!!!