Quote Originally Posted by stormcloud View Post
After school was the Range Rider or Hopalong Casity. One Saturday I was coming home from a corn cobb fight riding a big red Dunn and playing Dick West. I had him stretched out. Holding the saddle horn and leaning under the horse's neck shooting at bad guys with my finger. I looked up and there was mail box about six inches from my face. That is where I stayed and the horse went home. I might have been better off texting.
Now that's funny! I bet it happened in slow motion, just like every near death experience we had as a child.