I was a bus boy at a summer camp. me and the other guys were driven to a stable each morning to bring the horses to the camp for the campers. I had never ridden. The others were old hands and clambered aboard bareback. Not wanting to look scared, I did too.
The guys galloped to the camp, me hanging on for dear life! I was sure I'd fall off. I didn't. After a week of this I could ride!
Probably wet myself a few times!
When i got back to the city in September I had all the guys in the neighborhood riding. We lived by Fairmount park and stables were close.