No sadness allowed :) You aren't a real rider until you've fallen!
I still remember my first fall, I was riding a very round pony named Wanda at the YMCA Day Camp I later ran the rider program at (when I was MUCH older). I was the shortest/youngest kid in my group so I had to ride evil pony vs. the nicer, taller horses :)
We were practicing for parents night, where our group had put together a "drill team" type performance to the song La Bamba... pony, I guess, had never heard the radio on before, so when our counselor turned it on for the first time (we had been practicing sans music before) she dropped her shoulder and bolted under the rope of the rope arena (they later put fence boards up), knocking me off onto the ground.
I learned, that you become a real rider when you fall, and I also learned that PONY is a four letter word ;) ALWAYS a learning experience!