The first foal we had from the old white mare we called "Babe" kicked me in the stomach and Grandda in the behind, leaving foot prints. Good thing he was so young, and the bruises didn't really damage either of us...just added some wisdom to watch his ears move back against his head and whirl to kick.. and to get out of the way quickly or grap his head and hold on to him. Experience teaches one to watch & notice what is going on.
Thanks, ArteEmCasa, for your kind words.