My horse was quite skittish wherever we went. The calm one was always ridden by the most inexperienced. We are coming back from a ride and as I crossed the driveway pass the garbage container, a garbage bag that my horse had passed when we had gone out at the beginning of our ride, well, this time when she saw that garbage bag it apparently sprouted teeth and was gonna get her and eat her. I was unprepared for her lunging away from it. I was caught off guard. I flipped over her right shoulder and landed on my backside as her right hoof pushed against my inside right ankle, as she tried to get away from that awful plastic garbage bag. I was wearing good leather boots. As I fell I also bumped the back of my head against the ground. I jumped up instantly and got back on her. Her reins were still in my left hand so she was unable to get away 😊 I circled her around and got her through the gate and into the yard then through the gate of the corral. I was asked to turn on the frost-free water hydrant before we came in. I stood there for ten seconds looking at the hydrant until I figured it out and lifted up the handle. Ten seconds of amnesia. I wouldn’t go to the hospital, I continued to refuse countless times. We had no insurance. This incident happened in the summer evening of 2002. I have a photo of my bruising when I awakened the next morning. From the inside of my right ankle to all the way up to the inside crevice of my inner right thigh was a beautiful tinted burgundy and blue and black and purple hematoma. God Blessed my stupidity and for letting my guard down. I continued to ride her until 2008 when a Vee star motorcycle stopped the riding.