About that time I pulled back on the reins and yelled, "Whoa". We made it under the next clothesline pole and came to an abrupt stop at the end of the yard. The group rushed up to me on the horse, but my Uncle Neil got there first and pulled me down. Everyone was so shocked and relieved I was ok, I didn't get in trouble for what happened. Later on my Uncle Neil explained his horses were trained to the smallest flick of the reins. I admitted I'd only ridden rented horses before. Although I asked to ride again since I now knew about the well trained horses, needless to say that was the end of riding the horses that day. Thankfully I survived my watermelon days.
(all images borrowed from net except first photo)