I think I understand what the problem is. I was either 9 or 10 years old, and I was sitting on a horse at a neighbor's place. It was a pretty big thrill for me.
There was a large crash across the street. I don't know what dropped, but the horse bolted and I went tumbling.
Broke my arm.
I've probably been holding a grudge against horses for a very long time.
If I were a psychologist, I'd send me a bill for ten bucks. ;-)
THe arm ok, now? You could try again:')