Hey..since everyone is sharing their "bone breaking" experiences, I thought I would too.
Ok, so I was 13 months old, and at K-Mart with my aunt and uncle. There was one of those horses that you put a quarter in and ride it back and forth and I wanted to ride it. My aunt put me up on it and held onto me while my uncle put the quarter in. It started and I wanted to do it by myself, not with my aunt holding onto me. She resisted to letting me go but I put up a fight so she decided..what the heck and let me hold on by myself. Well, it wasn't as easy as I thought and I ended up falling off. I hit my elbow on the curb and broke it!!
And so lives my love for Mustangs!!! I think this is when I got hooked.....?!? lol
Ashlei
