Well, I have had two horses when I was in my thirties. My ex and I rented a farm house, I prefer living the country, and finally at last I could get a horse! The farmer we rented from had a horse, an old Palimino that children rode. In the ditch along the highway no less. I rode that horse one day, up to the neighbors and on the way back a semi roared up the highway behind us. I could feel that mare getting ready to go, and go she did. Flat out, full speed across a muddy field and all I could do was hang on til she reached the barn. I made it, but never got back on that horse.
But I still had to have a horse. Bought a green broke gelding at the horse sale and hubby set out to finish the training. He was thrown a couple of times, I think green was an exaggeration, missed a day of work from injury and was told the horse or the job, take your pick. Brandywine went bye bye.
Then came Windjammer, a gray Arabian colt. We sent him to training school and he came back gelded and rideable, but 100 percent unreliable. He spooked at shadows or grounded leaves. He kicked. He bit. He ran through barbed wire fences, he reared over backwards. He probably would be a whole different horse in someone else's hands, but Jammer went bye bye. And I lost all desire to ever own a horse again. But I still love them.