All my funny falls come from when I was younger, they're not so funny anymore, lol.
My very first fall is a fond memory, lol. I was very little but it's a very distinct memory, hehe. When I was five (couldn't have been much older) I had just learned how to lope my pony. My little western saddle's stirrup (I still have that saddle!) flipped up under my leg as I was bouncing along happy to be loping and not trotting (once I discovered it was smoother to lope, I loped everywhere) and I was trying to fix the flap, but I was just a little kid so I couldn't do it without lifting my leg, the next thing I know I'm standing beside my pony and he's looking back at me as if to say why are you standing there? I trusted that pony til the day he died after that!!
My next fall was on the same pony when I was about 7 or 8, I wanted to lope (remember, I never trotted anywhere!!) and my pony knew better than I did, that we should not be loping in muddy slick-as-snot clay, I was too small to kick him into a lope, and dad wouldn't let me have spurs or a crop, when it wasn't safe to lope, so I'd break off these little tree flexible branches and then I'd throw it away when I used my little 'crop' to get him to go faster, Well this time...he automatically STOPPED! and I went head over heels into the mud!! It's funny now but I was so MAD!!! My dad who had been watching while he was cleaning stalls, teased me so bad....to this day he will still sing "Ain't been a cowgirl, ain't been throw'd, ain't been a cowpony ain't been rode" when I fall off. It always makes me laugh and remember that we all fall off from time to time and all you can do is get back on and ride