Back when I was still taking lessons at my old barn (this was before I knew much about really riding WELL) my friend and I were on a trail, me on my QH Beau, and her on her older TB Justin. We were trotting up a steep hill, and her horse tripped on a tree root and fell over on top of her. Both were fine. He got up and started to canter up the rest of the trail hill towards the barn. Of course, I had the bright idea to try and chase him to catch him so the BO wouldn't find out we'd been cantering/jumping on the trails and stuff or whatever (she was a bit psycho) and when we got to the top of the hill, full gallop, he turned a sharp right when I wasn't expecting it. I flew off, landed hard on the back of my neck, flipped over, and my left hip/ribs slid into a fallen tree trunk. I thought I had broken my neck, and because of my hip, I couldn't walk for three days after that. For about 3 months, my ribs would randomly start hurting as well. I was lucky I was wearing a helmet, because my head SLAMMED into the ground when I landed on my neck.
Anyway, I started yelling for my friend, who ran up and saw me on the ground. She helped me up and we ran/limped back to the barn, only to find our horses standing OUTSIDE their stalls, turned to face us, with sheepish looks on both faces.
Of course, I got back on and rode for about an hour after that. x_x
(A few months later, I was trying to mount bareback and slammed that rib right on his withers, OW.) I then had to go on this thing for school called the "Rural Plunge" which involved walking 6 miles up and down hills.. my hip certainly didn't like that. I also happened to get a chest cold on that trip and coughed so hard/frequently my rib cracked again. Needless to say, I went home.
Fly Without Wings