As I was watching Marie-Césare parade her pony around the ring today, in the other piste were some older kids around 9-10 years of age. They were trying their hand at galloping one at a time. I was thoroughly impressed until a little girl went at it and wasn't holding on tight enough and fell off. Once I realized she was okay, I had a good chuckle to myself. The poor girl was petrified and here I was laughing....but it was funny.
So, as karma would have it, tonight I got on the bus to head home and the driver stepped on the gas with full force and I flung to the back of the bus on my rump end. I wiped out. I couldn't help but laugh, and fortunately there were some kind souls who helped me to my feet.
What goes around, comes around.
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