Three (or maybe four) years ago I went to a week-long residential riding camp. I was doing western games on a very round pony with terrible balance and a hackmore that instead of having the reins attached to the shanks, had them tied to the noseband (pretty much a glorified halter).
It was the first ride of the week, we went through every pattern in the book until finally, we did the clover pattern. It was (and still is) my favorite, and I was ready to rip that poney 'round those barrels. At our turn we made the first perfectly, nailed the second, galloped to the final and I just could not get her balanced at all. Her foot slipped in the loose dust and she fell on me. I knew right away nothing was broken, so I began to get up. My instructor yelled at me to stay put. But by the time she ran over to me, I was already up.
I caught my horse, mounted, and cantered back to the start where I was bombarded with questions by the other campers.
That night I was terrified of what I would see when I woke up in the morning. I thought "its going to be hideous, all black and blue!"
When I woke up, I saw nothing. It was swollen and painful, but it didn't look bruised. So, I stayed, I avoided running, it was too painful, but I was fine riding.
By the end of the week, my lower thigh looked hideously deformed. Walking was no longer painful, but it was still very uncomfortable. My mom took me to the hospital, and I was told I had a liter of blood accumulated from broken blood vessels, swollen and damaged large blood vessels, permanent nerve damage, muscle damage, and serious risk of life threatening clots. Also a water pocket under the knee cap making my knee go "pop" every time I bent my knee.
Hows that for camp souvenirs?