5 minute freeewrite Tuesday prompt come a cropper

This is my post for #freewriters Tuesday prompt come a cropper hosted by @daily.prompt
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As soon as I was old enough to count money I started working in my Dads store at the Inlet. When I was 14 I knew we were going to have to move because the State took the land for a State Park, so I started saving the money that Dad paid me because he told me when we find a place to live I could buy a horse.

It took him 3 months to find a place for us to live, and we ended up in Missouri.
I am in the front left of this photo, I was 16. I used to go on trail rides. I have seen horses do some crazy things, like the time we came upon a small creek and all but one horse jumped it. The one horse that did not do it, came to the edge of the creek and put both front feet down, and rolled his rider down his lowered neck right into the creek.

My horse was good as long as I did not put someone behind the saddle, they could sit on it with me, but as soon as they sat behind it, she would buck until she threw the person off.

As I understand the meaning of come a cropper this is what the rider did. Google says In the 18th century, anyone who took a headlong fall from a horse was said to have fallen 'neck and crop'. 'Come a cropper' was a colloquial way of describing a 'neck and crop' fall, and is first cited in Robert S. Surtees' Ask Mamma, 1858. We now use the term for failing badly at something.

One of my sister's horses was always trying to go back home, she had to constantly prod her to go with the rest of us.

Sometimes a horse would just kick another horse that was walking by it or try to bite the other one and if you were in the way, you got it.

I think we owned 9 horses, Beauty was my Dads Horse, she had a fancy way to walk, she pranced. Blondy was my stepmom's horse, she was an old show horse who did tricks like roll over and play dead when you said bang, she could count and answer yes or no by shaking her head. My oldest brother had a Tennessee Walker named Blue. Another brother had Warrior, he was a stud for 8 years and very temperamental. Candy belongs to a sister, she never wanted to leave the barn, another sister had Dolly who was a small pony. Bullet was my horse's colt, he came with her when I bought her. I forget my sister-in-law horses name.

photo is mine