Since I thoroughly enjoyed reading everyone else's stories, I figured I would share a few of my more memorable 'oopsies'
Some background first..
I was always the little girl who wanted a pony for her birthday, christmas, easter...you know how it is. My mom (bless her heart) decided that if I took some riding lessons I would "grow out of it." (non-horsey fam) So when I was 6 years old I started riding. At 10 years old my mom leased a horse that I had been taking jumping lessons on. And when my trainer moved to Florida, and took the lease horse with her, she finally caved an bought me my first horse, for my 12th birthday. A 7 year old OTTB gelding. I had gone to try him out twice and I loved him from the first time I rode him. When eveyone at the barn found out she had bought him for her 12 year old daughter, they said "he's going to kill your kid"
Now I thought that I was the sh** because I had been jumping 3ft with the horse we had been leasing and I was quite confident in my riding abilities.
Ah to be young and naive.
Anyways, there was this woman who always rode the trails around the barn with her super sweet quarter horse, and she invited me out with her. I was so excited that an adult thought I was experienced enough to go out alone with her. So here we are, about a mile into the woods and we are walking along the banks of a creek. I was behind the unflappable QH and just enjoying the scenery when we walked through some dense brush. Well there was a small branch that was being pushed forward by the horses body and when we got through it, the branch swung back and forward and smacked my horse square on the bum. He took off like a shot bucking to beat hell. I was trying with all my might to get his head up, slow him down, stay on and not get decapitated by the tree branches swinging past my head. He runs right up to the bank of the creek and slams on the brakes. Somehow I managed to not make the plunge down into the creek, turned him around and walked him back to the other horse. I was shaking like a leaf and was scared half to death, but was secretly patting myself on the back for not falling off and making a fool of myself. We finished our ride and when we got back to the barn my mom asked how the trail ride was. Of coure I told her it was good, and said no more about it. Many years later my mom told me how Chris (the woman with the QH) would tell her all of these horror stories about the crazy things that my horse would do and how she didn't even know how I stayed on.
A year after being with my TB, mom signed us up for pony club. Since we didn't have a horse trailer at this point we arranged to have one of the fellow pony clubbers pick us up and take us to the week long summer camp. I was so excited and hand been practicing loading on a trailer with one of the trailers at the barn we were boarding at. This guy shows up with his trailer and parks about 1/4 mile away down the street in a fire hall parking lot. We put on our shipping boots and walked down through the field to where he was waiting (with no events). He put down the ramp, opened the doors and put down the butt bar. I walked my horse up to it and as soon as he put his front feet on the ramp the other horse in the trailer started screaming and kicking the wall. Magic decided that getting on the trailer was a poor decision and he backed up and planted his feet. I spent almost an hour trying every trick in the book to coax him on to no avail. Finally the man with the trailer lost his patience and said here let me do it. He puts the lead chain over his nose and makes him back up a good bit before leading him forward. When he stopped at the bottom of the ramp the man turned around and started yanking on his face and trying to drag him forward. (Imagine being a 13 year old girl watching your beloved best friend be bullied by some ogre) My horse rears up and strikes out with his front legs, hits this guy in his arm who promptly drops his lead, turns and runs down the road to the barn and into his stall. Now I'm crying and I'm adamant that my horse is going to hate me from now on. We finally got him loaded (after we unloaded the other horse) and did eventually make it to camp. I took me almost a year to convince my horse that the trailer was not a horse eating cave, and now (for many many years) he loads with out so much as a blink.
Ten years down the road-
I had a 2 year old friesian colt that I just had gelded. Now he was a cool character and was normally super level headed and laid back. He had been on stall rest for a few days because he was gelded in late fall and it was pretty sloppy out in the field so the vet said keep him in for about a week then start with turn out in the arena. I took for granted the calmness of this boy and I pulled him out of his stall and was walking him down to the outdoor arena for some exercise. As we are walking down the hill towards the arean he decides that he's feeling pretty darn good about himself and starts crow hopping and spinning around. Well I just didn't get out of his way fast enough and as he was spinning his butt towards me his back leg shot out and kicked me right in the calf. It was an instant pain and I couldn't put any weight on it and would've sworn it was broken. So here's me, standing in the middle of a field trying to hold onto this horse while I'm standing on one leg. By the grace of god I managed to get him to the arena by hanging on to is neck and doing this ridiculous hop on my good leg. I had to call my then bf to come and put him back in his stall, and take me to the hospital. Nothing broken thankfully, just my muscle. I had an awesome purple/green/black bruise to show for it and was on crutches for two weeks.
I still have my OTTB by the way. He's 22 and pretty much a pasture ornament. We go out once in a while and play around. He's my horsey soul mate and I couldn't have asked for a better horse to learn how to ride on.