Tesoro, the gentle old gelding he was riding spooked at something invisible to the rest of us and bolted. Charlie managed to stay on for a while despite losing one rein and one stirrup. Finally he was thown. He landed in fairly soft (yet stickery) ground minus his lower left front tooth. It wasn’t really even loose, but some how it got knocked out when he fell.
He was pretty shaken up, but was more scared by the blood than anything else. We got some ice and when the bleeding stopped he got back on Tesoro (this time in a nice safe paddock) and rode him a little bit. We live by the rule, “if you fall off you get back on, even if it’s only for a minute or two.” He was so brave!
Of course we can’t find the tooth in the long grass of the pasture (sniff, sniff, I wanted to keep it) but I assured him the tooth fairy would know what happened. I also told him that he would have the very BEST story to tell all his friends when school started next week.
I know this sounds bad, but I’m really glad Charlie finally had his first fall off a horse. Really and truly, it gets easier once you had your first fall. You’re no longer quite so scared of it. He said he might want to take a week or so off riding, and I said that was fine.