I somehow managed to get through my childhood without any of the classic broken window stories. No baseball into the neighbor’s livingroom… no stray basketball crashing out of the bedroom. I probably had some close calls but they all worked out for me. Tell me your best broken window story.
last week while i was playing football (we play in between 2 empty houses) and i caught a pass and was tackled into a window cut my arm up bad but i was laughing it off…i seem to have a huge tolerance to pain
Hmm, broken window? Well, I can honestly say I have busted my bedroom window with my butt. Me and a friend were playing a game called ‘kabush-bomb’ – I honestly have no idea how you spell it. What you do is fold your arms in front of you al la Barbara Eden from IDJ, yell “Kabush-bomb” and run into your friend.
It should be noted that this is even more fun to play on a springy bed. The downside is trying to come up with an explanation for your parents that won’t get you in trouble. Here’s a tip, the selective truth works well; “Me’n Ashly were playin’ fashion show, Daddy, and I slipped on the catwalk and hit the window.”
My sister once broke my dad’s truck windshield with a frozen turkey by tossing it onto the dashboard. The only good thing about it was the glass only cracked on the passenger’s side so I could still see to drive the truck home. She spent the whole ride home crying and desperately trying to think of an excuse to tell my parents so she wouldn’t get into trouble. She didn’t get into trouble, but only because she was crying so hard she couldn’t even explain the situation.
Mine wasn’t a broken window, just a pushed in screen.
One night when I was in high school, the alarm went off sometime in the middle of the night. We found the front window screen had been pushed in. Of course, we thought it was a burglar. However, as my parents went to call the police, I watched as our outside cat, Oreo, was chased back out the window by our very angry indoor cat, Tigger. It turns out the cats were fighting through the window, and Oreo had pushed the screen in to get at Tigger.
Oh, yeah, our other broken window story. My family has a thing about windows and animals…
About ten years ago, I was riding in my parents’ minivan, directly behind the front passenger seat. We were returning home one night, up a narrow, winding canyon road (Big Thompson, for you CO Front Range people) in a huge downpour. Very treacherous, but by the time we got to the top, the rain had cleared up, and we were almost home without any incidents. All of a sudden, there was a huge crash on the front passenger side, then what felt like the side of the van was moving along the rock wall beside the road.
My dad saw a flash of hoof, my mom saw the windshield break (but not shatter), and I saw the side window cave in on me. An elk had jumped off the rock ledge just as we drove past it, hit the windshield, and rolled along the side of the van. It ran into the woods and disappeared, and I ended up in the ER to have glass shards flushed out of my eyes. Fortunately, they were not embedded. We don’t know what happened to the elk.
one time when i was around 9 i got so angry at my sister that i punched a double paned window at my grandma’s house. its still broken.
i was golfing a few years ago in my backyard, practicing my drive, and i drove one almost 230yds into my superintendents bedroom window. i hauled my clubs back into my house before he came outside and i never got caught XD
Not a window story, but a friend of a friend has a hole in the wall of his apartment where he fell through it while drunk. XD
I’m only 14, so I only have one window story so far. One of my two dogs loves chasing chew toys around. This particular chew toy was a pretty hard tennis ball, and I didn’t look where I was throwing it. The result – Our family was $100 poorer.
I was five, and I tripped over the edge of a carpet, and slammed forehead first into a marble table. I’ve still got the scar ten years later. The table was in pieces…
When I was little, my uncle stole all of the window-weights from the wall and used them for drug money. A wind storm blew by, and each and every window crashed onto the yard, on top of each other. It was hellish the weeks that followed…
windows smindows, i’ve taken out only 1 by tripping in front of a glass pane door, it got massive cracks but held itself in place.
What’s my most impressive destruction?
I managed to go through the roof when I was about 10… I fell right into our spare bedroom.
Needless to say it took a while for my dad to fix it <_<
I believe it was the summer after 6th grade. I was kind of a night owl and not a morning person, but my next door neighbor came over about 7am, banged on my window and asked if I wanted to come out and play. Still groggy from lack of sleep and realizing that if I got up to open the window, I’d be naked in front of my friend, I tried to open the window from the bed. I was reaching up at an awkward angle and pushing on the handle when my hand slipped. Went through the glass. Next thing I know I’m looking at a massive hole in my arm and I can see some of my insides. Then my folks are up and I’m going to the hospital. Severed lots of veins, nicked a nerve, and ended up with a very dangerous looking scar.
I had a bit of an anger problem as a kid. Once, when I was angry about something ( I don’t remember why ), I slammed the side of my hand into our kitchen picture window from outside. It broke, and I got deep cuts on my wrist, thumb, and pinky finger. Fortunately, I didn’t need stitches.
You know I’ve never had a window broken or broken one myself, I have broken one of those tube light bulbs and a hairbrush but never a window.
i threw a pellow THROUGH a window. thats all i’ll say.
i was at a summercamp and we were a few girls sharing a room. i was bullied by them all the time and one time i got so mad that i took a Croquet mallet and started to threaten them with it… they ran out on the balcony of the room and closed the door… i stood there still threatening with the thing and then i decide to play a joke at them to see their reactions… i swung the mallet towards the window.. planning on stoping the thing just as it was about to hit… well i didn’t have enough time to… ended up being a big hole in the window shaped like an O
same summer camp i was standing and hitting mosquitoes against a window with my fist and apparently the window glass was very thin… my fist went straight through the glass but didn’t get very damaged… later at that same camp i hear a guy breaking a third window… and that was the most windows that had been broken there in such a short time period ever xD
You wouldn’t belive this. But that actualy happened to me. I was eating a hard candy, sneezed, and it went through the window. Admitedly the window allready had some major cracks in it. But when you suffer the hayfever of a thousand hayfever sufferers, sinuses can become balistic.
Never broken a window, but at a friends house once i was getting a glass out for a drink of water, and i barely touched it and it exploded into glass DUST. No injuries.
I threw an empty can of “Snow Blizz” (a snow-like temporary paint) through a barn window at my friend’s house. We were trying to break the can on the steel side of the barn. Instead, I threw the can hard enough to bust the window (plastic sheeting over a screen, thankfully no glass). I was lucky not to have to pay for repairs, but my friend said he could repair it the next day in just a couple minutes.
i’ve never broken a window in all 13 years of my existence, but I HAVE dented quite a lot of walls and doors.
The strangest time would have to have been the time I threw my sisters hardback-book collection at the door…
lol.
Four words “I walked through it”
I was 3, playing with cars in my haunted house. The window suddenly broke. THE END.
I needed a piece of rock for class, and all I could find was concrete. However concrete has little rocks in it, so I figured if I could break it up, I could take those to class. Banging it on the concrete patio didn’t work, but then I had a brilliant idea, I would throw it at the patio, and that would eventually break it. Turns out, it bounces.
It think that was the pane that got it twice too. See, after one of these broken window adventures, just after Dad had gotten done replacing the pane, I saw it, and promptly said “Oo, the window is fixed!” Push.
Dad had just gotten done replacing it, as in, he had just finished spackling it in, and had leaned back to admire the work.