Cowgirl

The ride cost just two quarters. I dug one from my purse and her Grandad had another in his pocket.  At first she wasn't sure she was going to enjoy it. Her expression was pensive.  The horse bucked and pitched as the William Tell overture played.  Eventually a smile broke out on her face. As she adjusted to the reins and the ride and began to giggle. By the end of the ride, she was holding on with one hand. And then there was the fist pump. Not coached or urged at all by spectator grandparents.  She didn't asked to ride a second time. We could have gotten change. Maybe another time and another horse. She came to enjoy this ride but fist pump aside, by the end she'd had enough.