“Why am I writing all this crap?” Hey that’s what I ask myself regularly! Love the cows. I am naming her (or him) Esmerelda.
I also thought you were learning to ride as an adult. Vaginal juice? Not something I say a lot I’m going to have to admit. I remember learning to ride. Lots of falling off, cuts, thinking off giving up but trying again. The first 100 meters without falling off was great. Ah…memories!