To date, my worst fall was just a month or so after buying my first horse (I was 12). It was a REALLY nice autumn day, and I decided to take Comet for a trail ride. I didn't have any experience in trail riding, much less going by myself, but being a stupid 12 year old, off I went. The roads by the barn are unpaved, so I was riding on those. There is only one road that is fairly heavily travelled, and that's about a 1/3 mile away from the barn. So I was riding him along, we carefully crossed that road, and we went on for about a quarter mile down that road. Comet decided there was a flesh-eating monster in the trees, and he whipped around and took off in a full out gallop. I didn't think fast enough to pull him into a one-rein stop, so I just tried to stay on. I then realized that the busy road was coming up, and I knew that Comet would have a better chance of making it if I didn't try to help him. I tried to do an emergency dismount, but I somehow managed to land in front of his feet. I was trampled, and he kicked my elbow, stepped on my head, and tore up my back pretty good. From what I remember, I was a bit dazed at first, but then realized, crap, where is the horse (he was gone, no where to be seen). It was the worst feeling in the world coming up over that hill, because I was terrified I would see Comet laying dead or severely injured after being hit by a car.
Luckily he wasn't there, but I had no idea where the freaking horse was! I was basically going on adrenaline, but I ran back to the barn and he was just chilling near the front, eating his grass. I ended up passing out again and needing to go to the ER, but had no broken bones amazingly enough. Was let out the next day.
Needless to say, I have gained A LOT more common sense, and will never live down how stupid and irresponsible that was. But Comet is safe, and happy.
Riders aren't 16 and pregnant. Riders are 16 and arthritic.