My worst fall... Hmm.
Eight months ago, I broke my wrist. Fun part? I got to get a neon pink cast and bedazzle it.
A week after we got my horse, there was a show where I rode. On the Saturday of the show, I couldn't fasten my girth (Let's say Jay was... erm... a bit overweight at the time ;)) so my mother tried to help me. (Jay also had a biting problem at the time.) Though he was tied up, Jay swung his head around and bit my mom on the butt. She was very upset. She took off to Co-Op and grabbed a girth extender. Luckily (or not, as I did not realize at the time) it began raining and the jumping was postponed till Sunday.
Girth extender and all, I tried to tell my mother that the girth was waaay too loose. She didn't listen and made me keep the extender on him. How I managed not to fall off during warm-ups, I don't know.
"If I fall off and break a bone, it's your fault!" I said, none too happily.
So I remounted him, and we were getting ready for our course; I went second or third- I don't remember now. The first jump, one on the outside called The Birch, went wonderfully. Jay felt the girth too loose, though, and began to speed up,like, "What do I do?! WHAT DO I DO?!". After we went over the second jump, which was a rollback from the Birch, I knew I couldn't stay on. I was already falling off over the Burgundy (second jump). The saddle just kind of fell off, taking me with it, then Jay just kind of stopped, like, "Where's my rider??". I was then rushed to the hospital and had many X-Rays. Turns out, I broke two bones in my wrist, knocking another out of place.
Was that my worst fall? Probably. Was it my scariest? Not really.
"A Bad Day Riding With Dad beats a Good Day Shopping With Mom."