The Little House on the Corner

I went by the house today (it was the first house we bought 8 months after we were married). Whenever I go by, I think about this story. When my Sweetie and I were very young, we bought a little house out in the country. The little house was on a little piece of ground on a corner of the highway. On one end of the acre was a small creek with a spring and 3 very old tall willow trees. My Sweetie hung bag swings from high up in the limbs of one of the trees. It seemed like you could swing forever before you started back the other way. For some reason, whenever we were down swinging, our 2 horses always wanted to walk through and stand in the corner of the pasture while we were swinging. One day, I was just sitting on my swing and the horses came through kind-of-fast and I and my swing got caught on one of the horse's chest and he pushed me high into the limbs of the tree and then my swing slid off and I went very fast and very high in the other direction. Suddenly, I was headed back and going straight for the horse's back feet. He would have kicked me half way to the moon. I was screaming and so scared I couldn't think but my Sweetie jumped and caught my swing and stopped me just before I collided with the horse. I still think about how scared I was and how my hero saved me.