When I was 9 I went on a trail ride with my family, I was riding my old mare Gletta. We were riding on the beach and getting a little behind so I let her canter a bit to catch up with the others, then she suddenly bucked.
I flew right off and landed straight on my right shoulder, dislocating it. It hurt soo bad and I just lay there on the ground. Gletta stopped immediately and started to move her lips across my face, she only stopped when I got up. I had to lie down again because my head had started to spin and she started to do the thing with her lips again.
When I was all healed up I was literally forced to ride her again. I was so scared I was crying my eyes out nearly the whole trail ride. She was a total sweetheart the whole ride, she had never behaved so well before
She was sold a little later, I kinda miss her and even have a picture of her on my wall.
Another story is from when I was 12. I was riding my uncle's horse Ţokki (means graceful. Funny because he isn't graceful at all, roughest trot in history). Ţokki then suddenly turned right and bolted straight to the fence and then stopped abruptly so I flew right into the barbed wire fence... But thankfully I hit the pole instead and also broke it. I got a nasty, swollen bruise on my thigh and something also happened to my tailbone, stupid me never went to see a doctor. It hurt so bad, I could barely walk or sit for 2 weeks.