First my brother is 12 or 13 years younger than me.....That said.
Back when he was 8 or 9, I got my first paying horse job, hacking trail horses on the weekend....Cuz I was in lust with a cowgirl there. Little brother would follow me off the edge of the earth if I told him he'd be okay. Well the people who owned the place had a bunch of little old ponies, that needed rode, lit' rooster even for his banty size was too big, so I suggested I bring in my littler brother who was a half pint Banty then. I thought he knew how to ride, Isn't a genetic thing
So the owner and Little Bro and self (that's what I always call him) saddled these little guys up and led them to the arena.
We put him on the first one and told him what to do. You see the thing we over loooked that ponies and many horses don't liked being cinched up so they suck alot of air in the gut. Well we we turned him loose he made it to the far end of the arena, on a pony trot...Pretty fast for a 8 year old on his first solo ride. All of a sudden we hear screams of terror, when we looked he was at the 7 o'clock position on the ponies side hanngin on for dear life. The pony troted to the other end with him hanging this way, stepping in front of the pony he stopped. My brother then asked what do I do now, all of us laughing histercially I finally told him to fall off.
Years later he was trying to recall the ordeal and was telling (probably some girlfriend) That he was put on a wild horse and we were using him to break them. He would still like to be a COWboy but just cuz of the COWgirls