{232/366 | JJ} First Rodeo

I could see the shock in the boy’s faces when they saw that first cowboy rope and tie a calf in the arena.  It had not occurred to me how strange and rough a scene like this was.  I remember going to rodeos at the county fair where I grew up.  I loved watching the barrel races and the clowns, but never forgot one year when I was about 12 when a horse got cut fairly badly by a cowgirl’s spurs.  I don’t think I went to a rodeo again for many years after that.  Today was a tame introduction, thank goodness.