Did everyone ride a cow when they were kids?

I have never ridden a cow, but I have ridden a sheep, because when I was a child, my uncle's house was a sheep breeder, and every time I went to their house during the Chinese New Year, a bunch of sheep came out to welcome us, and then my uncle always liked to put me on the sheep to sit.

In the past, there were buffaloes on farmland, and my grandfather asked me to make them on the back of the cow every time he wanted to make me happy, so I used to ride a cow in the strict sense.

I have ridden, I remember that at that time the family raised a big buffalo, very gentle, but after the autumn, after riding, the pants are white and gray, it is dry, and it is less ridden.

When I rode a cow when I was a child, I didn't let the cow live or die? When I grew up, I realized that bull riding is skillful!

When I was a child, my family used the cow that my grandfather raised, and every time my family planted crops, I would follow them, and I was particularly naughty when I was young! Grandpa put me on the back of the ox every time he ploughed the ground! I just obediently rode on the cow like that, and I didn't dare to be naughty anymore!

Now that I think about it, it's full of unforgettable memories!

I rode it, and when I was a child, my family raised cattle, and eventually the family's cattle were sold, and I never saw any cattle again.

When I was eleven or twelve years old, I took turns feeding the oxen, and after a few days of familiarizing myself with the safety matters of adults, I gave me the leash and let me go to the wild to graze and graze, and when I went to school, I took them out in the morning and evening, and on Sundays, I had the opportunity to ride the cattle all over the world to play. I just took the cow rope and felt a little scared, walking in front and looking back at it, for fear that it would suddenly come over, and saw that it had been just bowing its head and grazing, never paying attention to anything, and slowly I was relieved. An hour later, he boldly learned the appearance of an adult, led the cow to the ridge, and rode on the back of the cow smoothly.

The first time I rode a bull, I was happy, I felt like a warrior, and I had the feeling of riding a war horse to fight on the battlefield!

In addition to the winter vacation other holidays are basically in the cattle herding, a little more than 5 o'clock in the morning, three or five children meet in a place, each with their own cattle to gather, not so much to herd cattle but to play together to the appropriate, to the place to put the cattle into the ditch let him eat their own grass, and we are not down the river to fish, or to find all kinds of wild fruits, occasionally into other people's orchards to steal a few fruits, often found by the owner of the orchard to chase us run around, in is to catch small animals roasted and eat, there are snakes, hedgehogs, and sparrows, When the corn is almost ripe and not yet ripe, it also becomes our big meal.

For about a year, the cow was with me, and my cow and I had a good relationship, and I was his best friend. Recalling the time when the cattle herded became better with the passage of time. The cow gnawed on the grass, I swatted it with flies, I rode it, took it to the pond to drink water and bathe.

Sometimes he chased me like crazy, and after a panic, he realized that it was playing with me and being coquettish. Riding it once, he saw a cow grazing on a distant slope, and after watching it for about three seconds, he ran away and threw me into the ditch, and felt only a burst of heat in his palms, and the rope pulled my hand open like a saw, and it was full of blood, and I forgot whether he had beaten him or not, and I remember that he was also innocent. I can't see the scars on my feet that have been trampled by the cow, if there is an afterlife, remember to step on me a few more feet, leave something, and see the scars so that I can think of you more.

No, but ridden horses, my grandfather had a lot of beautiful horses.

Yes! When I was a child, I went to the mountains with my grandmother to graze cattle, and I rode there every day and rode back.