Almost as good…… When I was about seven, I desperately wanted a horse, but we were poor and horses were expensive, however, burros were not, so my dad bought a burro for $5. and he was almost as good as a horse, at least for a little guy. I had a bridle but no saddle; it didn't matter, I rode him bareback, that is, as soon as I could find something high enough to stand on to mount. Then the battle started, he didn't often buck, he simply didn't do anything, mainly, he didn't go. I quickly learned that he would only do something if it was his idea. Greatest psychology teacher I ever had! When he did go, it was toward low-hanging branches that would wipe me off his back. One time the gate was left open and he ran away with the neighbor’s burro. The neighbor kid and I eventually found them both wandering the gravel-surface highway that serviced our farms. We managed to rope both of them and he led the way up the road toward home with his burro in tow. Mine decided he wanted to be with his new pal and trotted forward putting me behind him. I was tugging on his rope and yelling "Whoa!" to slow him down and that frightened him, so he began to run, faster than I could run, and the rope was tangled around my index finger and I couldn't let go, so I was screaming and pretty quick, I was being drug face-first down the middle of a gravel road. Then he came abreast of the other kid and donkey, and left the road to drag me through the desert and cactus. About then my friend also grabbed the rope and between us we had enough weight to stop him. I was in pretty bad shape having lost a good deal of skin on my front side. We headed for home and didn't bother with trying to catch the burros again. I think that was about the time I started to yearn for a bicycle.