1. In January 2008 I was riding a Welsh D at my riding school and we were jumping. Farren decided he was a bronco so would take off after the jump and buck. He was an expert at this and I was managing to get him over and jumping reasonably then on the second to last jump he just gave an almighty buck after taking off. Because of the sharp turn he did while taking off I lost a stirrup then he bucked and I went flying. Landed very painfull but got back on a quiet, older horse and finished the lesson. A couple of days later my shoulder wouldn't stop hurting so I went to the hospital and discovered I'd cracked my shoulder blade or one of the ribs underneath it, they knew I'd broken something but they weren't sure what I had broken, and I'd also ripped the muscles in my shoulder from trying to hold on.
2. Several years ago now I was riding one of the little Welshies who was an evil bugger at times but on this occasion he wanted to follow two horses who were cantering in front of him. I wouldn't let him so he got the bit between his teeth and took off. When Zac realised I was trying to stop him he stopped dead with his head down and I took a tumble but to make sure I wouldn't try to stop him again he cow kicked me in the chest as he went past. I was so grateful I was wearing my body protector that day otherwise I would have had broken ribs.
3. I went on a hack with a group consisting of me, my sister, my mum, an instructor and two other people. We came to a field and while the instructor was laying out how we were going to gallop the field one of the other riders decided enough was enough and just kicked his horse into a gallop. No one was prepared so all the horse took off and charged down the field. This other rider decided to come up alongside me and could clearly see I was attempting to slow down but he decided we were going to race so kicked his horse on again and my horse just went after him. I did win the race but when Oscar went from a gallop straight down to a trot I pitched over his head and landed on my head which caused me to black out. My mum nearly killed this bloke because he had also charged across the path of my sister's horse which caused the horse to have to stop dead and nearly rear to avoid a crash.
4. As I was mounting a Dartmoor mare called Brandy who was a biter so I had her further rein shorter so she couldn't whip her head round. As I was getting on her I must have loosened that rein so she snaked her head round and took a chunk out of my arm. She left a very nasty bite that was bleeding and bruised.