Hmmmmm, where to start?
The first time I actually remember falling off, I think I was about 4 or 5 years old (I started riding before age 2). I remember I was helping to check the cattle in one of our pastures with my mom and brother and my ol' Appaloosa pony named Cheyenne decided to shake himself after we walked through some water. He shook me right off.
Probably the silliest time I fell off was when my mom and I were just goofing around and kind of playing tag as we were out trail riding. I don't remember exactly, but I think I went to reach for her and stretched farther than I was able ... and made myself fall off!!
Kind of a funny one is I was working in a small corral with our mare, Misty, trying to get her to accept having a person behind the saddle because she absolutely HATED when we would ride her double. Of course, I didn't have as good as control with the reins when sitting behind the saddle by myself to simulate double riding, and she got me off one of the times. But that little stinker came right back over to me where I was sitting on the ground because she wanted me to let her out of the corral! I couldn't even really be mad at her when she did that.
But we continued on with our lesson and she eventually got tired of bucking that day ... but she still does not like being ridden double. She's getting fat and old now so she can't get more than a few inches off the ground, so she probably couldn't put up much of a fight anymore.
A slow-motion fall (at least in my head) was when I was riding a horse names Scooter that I only had for a year while my horse Beau healed from his injury. But we were out in one of the fields that was just baled into round bales. We were galloping slowly through the field and I was turning every single bale in the field like it was a barrel, so we could practice our turns since I was training him to barrel race. I was galloping slow and watching for holes, as the ground was so-so. As we were getting to the end of the field with only a few bales to go, I went to round a bale and he slipped. It happened so quickly. I fell off to the inside but still kept a hold of my reins. I landed on my back against the hay bale and I distinctly remember looking up at him and locking eyes. I could tell he was trying his very hardest to get back up quickly but not to step on me! I thought for sure there was no way he could get up without stepping on me, but somehow, he was able to. That moment probably was no more than a half a second, but I swear that time stood still as we looked at each other when he was trying to get back up. I walked him for a while to make sure he was okay, which he was, but that kind of "connection" was pretty amazing!
I think I have a tie between two of them as far as which one hurt the most.
The first one happened when my mom and I were doing the Hangman's Race at a fun show. It's where two people ride one horse. The back person grabs onto a rope that is hanging from a hangman-looking kind of pole and they must hold on and hang there while the other person takes the horse around a barrel and then comes back to pick up the hanging person. You cannot touch the ground or you are disqualified. The fastest time wins. I was always the hanger, because I was the young'in. Well, there was a ton of people entered that day with tough competition. We were mostly doing it just for fun but we came into the rope a bit too fast. I was thinking in my head though "oh shoot, if I don't try to grab for it now, we'll have no chance of placing for sure". So I tried to grab for it with both hands ... and missed the rope ... and went off over the back of my 16.1 hand horse and landed right on my lower spine. Both of my legs were tingling as I sat there (I'm thinking ... not good!!) and I had a nasty bruise after that. But I wasn't seriously hurt.
The other one was when I was training a late 2-year-old to ride. I was having a bit of trouble with her bucking, which I later found out the people I had bought her from had LIED to me in that she had already been sent to a trainer and that trainer was scared of her because the horse kept dumping her ... they told me she'd only had the saddle set on her ... liars ... but that's another story. Anyway, she would always immediately start bucking before I could even get my feet into the stirrup (mind you, she was a perfect angel with any and all groundwork) so I decided to tie her up in front of our barn to the sturdy post. So if she decided to act up, she wouldn't be able to go anywhere. WELL ... she snapped her leadrope in her fuss and me (the idiot) didn't bother to put on a bridle or reins. So when she was free, she obviously took off bucking and running and I had nothing to stop her with. I hung on for a good 100 yards I think but then I just started to lose it and off I went. She almost kicked me in the head on my way off too. I banged my knee up a good one and it swelled immediately and I couldn't even walk on it. We'll say I learned a hefty lesson with that one.
I've fallen off tons of other times, those were just the memorable ... or NOT so memorable!!!
Just like the old saying where you are not a good carpenter unless you are missing a finger ... I say you are not a good rider until you have tasted dirt.