The first and only time that I've ridden in a horse-drawn vehicle occurred when I was about five of six years old. My family and I were on vacation in New Hope, Pennsylvania, a small tourist town to the north of Philadelphia and west of Princeton, New Jersey. It was my first vacation that didn't involve staying at a relative's house, which was probably the most exciting facet of the trip for me at the time. I don't remember all that much about the town itself, and oddly enough the activities that stand out in my mind all involve quaint forms of transportation: we rode in a ferry boat, took a ride in a train, and at my behest rode in one of the horse-drawn buggies available for hire throughout the town.
The idea of a buggy ride appealed to me at the time since I associated all horse-drawn vehicles with the enchanted coach from Cinderella, one of my favorite stories as a child. The actual experience therefore was something of a letdown, since the buggy was distinctly lacking in magic and did not transport me to a beautiful castle at the end of the trip. In fact, I actually got a little frightened during the ride when we went over a small bridge, as the buggy was completely open and I have had a slight fear of bridges my whole life.
So, all-in-all it was a disappointing experience for me, but at least I can say I've experienced it!