I go horsesbackriding. That’s my favorite thing to do. One time I was riding Gallop the horse I ride while the ground was full with a never-ending blanket of packed snow. As we cantered around, as my hands were colder than a hairless dog in a freezer, I dropped my reins at a fast canter. I laid down my arms rapped around Gallops neck just connecting by my frozen hands I grabbed the reins just before we barraged into a frozen pond. Scaring all the ducks and feeling the snow stop under us, I sat up and we turned around and headed for the open. And that is why my mom got me riding gloves.
Note to reader: Funny story huh?