I've been to St Louis a couple of times and once at the Bud Brewery the horses were in and one of the stable hands put my little girl, Emily, up on "Emily". She, my daughter was only 4 or 5 at the time.
I had an uncle that had a Percheron and I remember my older brother, my older sister and myself all on that "pony" as my uncle called her, at the same time. We would ride her through the field corn that seemed 10 foot tall at the time and the tasles would be tickling the horses belly. Just sitting on her made it seem like you were doing the splits.
I love the horse pulling contests come fair time. These creatures are some of the best mannered, mildest dispositioned animals on the face of the Earth,.....until you put a sled behind them. They will seem like they're half asleep walking up to the rig but as soon as they get their 2 tons of ass pointed to it they turn into a totally different animal. Their eyes go wide and you can see the red. They start to pant and blow snot out their nose. The handler will give a "shshship" and they lunge with a force that makes the ground shake. They leap and strain and dig and pull that makes you wonder, why did man ever need a John Deere. The handler will give a "HEY" and they are transformed back into a half asleep docile creature that you can sit under to get out of the sun.
If I ever had a horse it would be one of these gentle giants.