• Okay, so I was in Fourth Grade when this happened. I was on a field trip to a place called Lyme Village, where they reenact pioneer days and stuff like that. They even had a horse drawn carriage. Well, I was running ahead a little with my friend Blaise, when we hear a super loud whinny out of nowhere. We look to our left to see the carriage horses going wild, running about 25-35 mph. Right at us. I sprinted over with Blaise trailing behind me to hide behind an outhouse, thanking God as I heard the horses slam into a 4 ft. thick tree, about 20 feet away from the outhouse. As soon as we were done with that, I had to use the outhouse. GYAH!