Quote from: Valiant on Aug 07, 2011, 09:46:46 PM
I actually have a big love for marching bands, especially military and from a variety of different nations. They can be quite motivating and raise my spirit. 
Me too!
When I was about 12ish, my parents weren't home and my brother wanted a picture of our horse in front of the fireplace. So...I hopped on the horse while my brother opened the french double doors. I rode the horse into the house, got it turned around in front of the fire place while my brother took the picture.
Well, the flash spooked the horse and it reared up throwing me off then it ran wild through the house. It couldn't find it's out and we were both scared. We opened all the doors to the house, the horse finally made it's way into the kitchen where it slipped and fell on mom's brand new table. It launched itself from the table and out the kitchen door.
We fixed the table legs with, your gonna laugh, electrical tape and put a table cloth over the top covering the hoof print on it. It took mom about a week to notice the hoof print and the tape, so we coughed up the picture. My parents laughed too much to punish us but I was never allowed to ride the horse again without my parents home.
Please keep in mind this is a very old scanned polaroid:
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You can see my arms going up as the horse starts to bolt lol. That was really scary, watching that horse run wild through the living room.
