When I was a kid I fell off my bike regularly while learning. Dad didn't believe in stabilsers.
Once I could ride, I rode all the time.
Fell off when turning round to see where my friends were and went straight into a parked car. (damaged pride and a couple of wee bruises)
Fell off when my cousin Simon, riding alongside me decided to shove a stick into my front wheel (broken nose and wrist - Simon got 2 missing teeth and bit his tongue after I thumped him one)
When a bit older, doing the stupid thing of whipping up the inside of a lane of traffic, the audi at the front turned left with no indication and I tried to turn with him but got hit. I was totally unharmed. Audi had large scratches.
Knocked off my bike by 2 kids mucking about on a trials bike. No reg plate or anything even remotely legal. I heard them behind me and a car following (who picked me up) said that they were going along and it looked like they deliberately swerved into me. (Broken elbow)
Lastly. I was cycling along, training for a triathlon when my ex husband was passengering in his mates car. Drove past me really close and slapped me on the backside. He was doing about 40mph +. That really hurt and I fell off. Mostly winded. Had a bruse like nothing on earth. Down to mid thigh and up to the middle of my back. Hence him being an ex.
I used to cycle everywhere, from when I was allowed out on the road alone in about 1972 aged 8 (we lived in a very quiet area and there were about 5 cars in the village) until 2000 when I tore my achilles when running and the ex sold the bike, although he denies this so 5 memorable tumbles in nearly 30 years is not so bad. Don't remember having any 'just fell off's though.