My other bad fall was after college when I was a trainer at a small local barn. I never liked doing it, but I had to train and ride green horses when no one else was around. My mom happened to stop that day to watch for a bit. Bratty colt bucked hard and ducked away so I couldn't catch myself or at least slow the fall, cracked my collar bone. I don't blame the colt, I had started him nicely then another 'trainer' had ruined him with poor techniques. The colt had simply become defensive for his own safety and when I encouraged him to walk on, he retaliated. After that, the farm decided they no longer wanted a trainer. I was crushed and have rode little since. I miss it terribly, that was what I went to college for.