An image of two horses galloping through a field
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I can say I used to be afraid of horses. But that was when I was about 12 and my mom took me to visit my grandmother. On her farm she had all sorts of animals, including horses. One day I went to the outhouse and while I was inside, a horse kicked on the wall. I broke loose and ran back to the farm house for dear life. But my grandmother made me return and pet him on his forehead and ever since that experience, I was not afraid of horses.