I honestly lost count years ago. Now, I only remember falls where I got hurt or ones that were particularly memorable for some reason or another.
I've come off 3 times - in 18/19 years of riding. Had a lot of near-misses... one super talented "around the neck, back into the saddle" occasion, and one "grab the ears and pull UP" (I have NO idea why I did it... but it made the horse lift her head and popped me right back into the saddle LMAO)
One of the most memorable was me showing off some tack-less riding on my "dependable" large pony. As with all horses, he obviously felt I was displaying too much pride in what we were up to - so we complete a nice little pattern, two lead changes and a nice clean halt.... and were just standing chatting with a friend when "something" spooked him... he went right... I went..... straight down on my butt! It was a tad embarassing.
The worst of the 3 was when I was working as a "breaker" (I hate the term... always have... but that was actually the ranch's job title). I was putting the 3rd ride on one of the wild horse colts (they aren't "real" mustangs... but bred, born and raised in the wild) and just knew when I put my foot to the stirrup it was going to be a rough go.... it became fact as soon as my tush hit the saddle and he blew sky high. My partner said it looked like it was going my way when all of a sudden some "blue" word came out of my mouth (my hand slipped off the cantle of the saddle... he'd been bucking hard for nearly a minute and I was getting tired)... I was in a somersault over the left shoulder, looked like it'd be a nice tuck and roll situation, when I suddenly pulled my hands back and took the fall on my head/face/shoulder - and flipped over. She said it looked for all the world like I was, quite literally, planted!
She yelled for me to get up, but I couldn't seem to move (stunned senseless??) next thing I knew she was jumping over two corral fences and waving her jacket at the horse (who apparently was coming back to stomp on me some). She looks down and goes "Anything broken? If not, I'd REALLY suggest getting up"... so everything moves (hurts like nothing else) and I pry my body out of the dirt... weave a little... go get the horse and tie him up. Got back to our quarters... and couldn't find a first aid kid - so grabbed the horse idodine and started to clean up my extreme road rash, pull my lips out of my braces and then somehow I made it to the couch - where I apparently passed out for 5 hours. (I don't remember going to the couch... nor did I think I was out that long)
My partner comes to the house - and I hear "click" and a BRIGHT flash - open my eyes (one of which is nearly swollen shut) and there's her bright face right in front of me... and she's brandishing a camera. "For posterity! And what the hell are you doing sleeping on the job"... I'm not sure, say I don't remember getting there... she says "well, do you remember NOT tying up your horse too?"... "NO, I know I tied him...", "Nope... you just tossed the lead through the tire. I tied him, he's had water and is fine"... WOW. So I go, unsaddle, turn him loose and we start discussing the fact I should go be checked out - cept we can't dial out... and no way to get to a hospital ( hello, welcome, we're in "Nowhere, Canada" LOL). So she just keeps me awake all night and come the next day all seems well enough (nasty scabs, and colorful bruises... limited movement to my right shoulder)
Bosses found out... and refused (yes, refused) to take me to the hospital. (At which point I should've quit... but, at 18 I wasn't that smart). I stuck it out another 2 months with them... and THEN I quit. (HORRID employers.)
It's been 10 years, when I got back from the job it was determined I had minor nerve damage (the limited motion), and had got off REALLY lucky that I didn't also have brain damage (no helmet... bosses didn't supply them, and I didn't think to bring my own). The injury still bothers me a little - and everytime I put the 3rd ride on a horse I have flashbacks LMAO