Another funny story related to riding bareback: the one and only time I have, basically, fallen off a horse at a dead stop was because I was riding bareback (this was the year I spent an entire summer riding bareback to kind of re-learn some basics b/c I’d hit a growth spurt and that was my instructor at the time’s solution b/c said growth spurt threw my balance off a bit. I was 12 I think, I don’t know exactly how much I grew in the course of a year-ish but it was enough for me to need to kinda re-learn how to ride a bit, I think in 6th grade I was in the 5’2-ish range and then by 8th grade I’m pretty sure I was 5’6. Adult height is 5’7-5’8ish, think I was 5’8 by the time I turned 16.) in shorts.
I was in the round pen for some reason that day, or had ridden up there from the arena IDK now. I was riding one of the lesson horses, a really round bodied (I remember everyone describing him as the kind of horse where trying to get the girth tight enough on him was like trying to tie a piece of string around a barrel) QH with not the most well-defined withers. I was just wearing like, plain black cotton gym short type shorts I think, with boots, prob just a t-shirt or tank top, and I was trying to dismount.
My legs got stuck to the horse because both I and the horse were sweaty (typical hot, humid Midwestern summer day for my area). I kinda got my legs unstuck enough to start peeling myself off the horse’s back and then somehow got stuck just enough that I basically went over his side (not in a planned sense) and landed in heap. Horse kinda carefully hopped in the direction away from the crumpled up all arms and legs 12 YO girl on the ground and just looked at me like “what are you doing down there?” Got up, dusted myself off, went on with whatever I did the rest of that day. Only time I’ve fallen off at a standstill.