Hrm, I was fortunate enough to be given an Arabian when I was in 6th grade. Even at 14 years old, the mare was a handful. I got bucked off many a times, she got pissy when being cinched up (had ever since I got her), didn't take a bit well . . . but damn she was beautiful, fast, and brimming with personality.
I barrel raced on her, and owning such a powerful creature when I was 12 years old taught me the importance of safety, as well as a lesson in the deep connections that can be forged with animals. She's old, swaybacked, and retired now, but at the end of her riding life I would ride her up and down our residential streets bareback with just a halter and leadrope. She was my best friend.