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.
there was a sheet of glass in my bedroom window as a child that wasnt exactly secure. it has duct-tape around the edge to hold it in place because it was too loose. i was tidying my room (under watchful eye of mother) and i tripped over a bag carelessy and my hand slammed into the glass, pushing it out of place. it fell, straight down. onto the hood of the family car. our driveway was pretty much a deathtrap of glass when we went to clear up the mess
When I was about 10, my sister and I used to be dropped off at a sitter each morning so that our mom could head off to work. As was my habit, I knocked on the glass of her door — with the heel of my hand, instead of my knuckles. (I had a pretty weak knock back then and it had to be heard down a long hall.) Needless to say, she was none too happy to discover the broken window when she came to answer her door. (Needless to say, it came as something of a shock to me too! Luckily, I wasn’t injured…) Fortunately, IIRC it was paid for by the sitter’s insurance company.
the only time i ever broke anything related to a window was while playing soccer with my dad…..and i only ever broke the screen. our windows are pretty thick, so they won’t break easily
I was very little, and I was chasing my big brother across the living room, God knows what for. We had this very pretty glass coffee table. Well, he ran around it, and being too young to get the complex concept of running around, ran right into it and smashed my face against the table. The whole thing shattered. The damage to my front teeth was terrible. Forever, my front six or so teeth were black in the front, dead. For the longest time, people thought I had braces until I lost all the dead teeth.
Ive got two corkers.
1: Was playing with those fancy light swords based on those space movies (avoiding copyright like the plague there), and basicaly, did one of those paries, the hilts are dead solid, WHOOSH, out the window, with a realistic “zzzzhing” sound.
…and…
2: Was waving a metal pole about…reason escapes me…slip out me hand, and went clean through, in a neat hole…then the window collapsed INWARDS. Like a fool, I put my hands out to catch it, but whipped em away with mongoose like reactions. Got a scare on my leg and everything.
Peace to Biff. What candy was it?
I don’t reamember breaking a window. I have broken a glass. It slipped out of my hand and the glass fell into the remaining bit, the rest in big, easy to pick up, pieces. I thought my grandma, who I had been making a drink for, would be upset, but when I went out to tell her, she said it was alright. To this day, I’m still a little scared it’ll happen again…
i’ve broken two trays at work, as i work in a hotel kitchen. the first time, i was attempting to bus a tray. normally this isn’t difficult, but glasses are normally stored in racks stacked up near the dish washer. having a tray balanced next to my shoulder, i couldn’t see the short stack in front of me and fell flat on my face, tearing my leg open through my kitchen pants from ankle to knee, and breaking half the glasses. everyone clapped and helped clean up, because everyone has dropped a tray at some point.
the second tray i was carrying out of the kitchen, a tray full of mousses, out to the dessert station. almost half of them didn’t make it out of the kitchen. i didn’t have to clean that mess up, fortunately because it was thanksgiving and the dessert station needed to be stocked. i refused to carry mousse trays for the rest of the day.
[normally i'm very competent with carrying trays full of cakes, mousses, creme brulees and whatnot]
i remember a friend breaking a window at school with a frozen orange once…
When I was five or so I had a See ‘n Say. It was one of the old-style ones with the pull cord. Eventually I got tired of listening to barnyard animal noises and started inventing other uses for it. In the course of playing with it one day I managed to start swinging it by the cord over my head. I let go, and the toy flew through both panes of our 5′ by 6′ porch window.
I went to knock on my freinds door but they said they would be alseep in thier room. So I went and knocked on thier window to wake them up. Little did I know that was brittle glass and it breaks right through when I knock on it.
mm, not my story exactly (as to say, I wasn’t the culprit), but sitting at home one day with my parents, and someone knocks on the door. We open it up, and it’s a kid with blood all over his arms, and he cut himself preaty bad. Well, when we finally found out what had happened, I hand to stop myself from laughing a bit. Wherever he’d lived before, all the windows opened up. Here, all the windows on the houses slide left or right. Turns out he locked himself out, and tried to push the window up, and it shattered when he pushed to hard. Maybe I’m a little evil at thinking it was humorus, but I always thought it was preaty obvious if a window opened up or side to side.
Rent “The Astronaut Farmer” DVD and watch the bloopers. There’s a scene where Farmer throws a brick through the bank window. The movie company got permission from the bank where the bank scenes were filmed to do this.
Unfortunately the window was bullet-resistant and the brick just bounced off it like a rubber ball. They had to replace the window with ordinary glass, throw the brick through, then put the original glass back.
I don’t recall ever breaking a window, but I once threw a tennis ball at a window and it bounced right back at me. It left a bruise on my chin.
The window was fine.
I never broke a window but I kind of annoyed my younger brother to the point that he punched the window and it shattered.
I have never reduced any window to bits, but I have kicked a hole in one of my bedroom walls just about one or two months ago. Never knew walls were so fragile. My dad gave me a verbal beating for that (that’s usually how Asian parents beat their kids).
Been there, done that.
What’s worse than sneezing with a mouth full of food?
Sneezing with a mouth full of hard and/or sharp food.
Which is less than…
Sneezing while cough/chok/laugh/burp/hiccuping.
less than
Sneezing while doing multiples of the above.
Less than
Sneezing after coughing yourself painfully hoarse ALL FREAKING DAY. (been there, done that. I STILL hurt, and that was months ago)
less than
Sneezing while vomiting.
Nope, never broke a window or walling. I guess I must be boring.
I’ve only ever broken one window. My science class got to make catapults and we got to fire them off at school to see who had the best design, unfortunately it turns out I did… I launched a golf ball through the principals window breaking it, and accidentally smashing his favorite coffee mug X_X
I played alot of street hockey as a kid…i lived on a quiet side street so we were always playing…i think i must have broken at least 5 or six windows .
I once broke a window by making a rude facial expression (probably the classic raspberry + hands waggling beside ears; I forget).
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Of course, if I just left it there, that would completely gloss over the part about the kid BEHIND the window who took exception at the rude expression and put his fist through the glass. I’m not sure why either of us did what we did, as I was in timeout and he wasn’t (and therefore was in no position to mock him) and we were at least six feet apart, with no hope in hell of his fist hitting my face.
I distinctly remember all us bigger kids having to be very, very quiet in that room when the younger kids were napping because (for reasons already covered) the damn door had no window pane.
-Z
I used to live in a place in Connecticut where, in our condo area, the driveway was a rather steep hill. The hill branched off into parking lots on two sides, and the last was at the bottom of the hill. My friends and I would set up a wooden jump and ride our bikes as fast as we could down the hill, off the jump, and skid to a stop just in front of the garages at the bottom.
Now, I, being the bright young man I was at the time, thought I could get more air if I went down another hill above ours, first.
I got so much air, my bike slammed into the garage door. I myself kept going – through the window, onto my neighbor’s car roof. I clambered back out, cutting myself rather badly in the process, and gave everyone a thumbs-up before trying to de-taco-ify my front wheel.
These hands never actually broke a window, but the Matriarch once threw a chair through the glass-paned back door in a fit of rage. Boy, was that ever expensive…
That same door was also used to slice off the tip of little brother’s finger (yeah, that one was these hands. Um… oops?) An important lesson was learned that day: always look behind you before you shut the door.
I am a clam farmer, and when we get clams ready to be delivered we have to pick through them and pick out any cracked or empty shells. On one fateful day we were picking through a couple hundred for a customer, and we found only one cracked clam. We usually dump any cracked ones in the woods for the racoons to eat, but since we had only one, I thought I could throw the clam 30 yards to the edge of the woods. I threw it in the most retarded way possible, and it went straight up into the air, and the wind pushed it to the field in front of our house…with my brothers buick parked in the middle. MY thoughts turned from curiousity to pure horror as the clam smashed through the back windshield barely missing the edge, cuasing the whole thing to crackle like popcorn and slowly fall into the back leather seats. Luckily only $360 went missing from my pocket to pay for the reapairs and the backs seats were only lightly scratched in a few places.
best broken window story? that’s easy. i was laying in my bed reading. the heat was up too high in the house so i had my bare feet presed against the glass of the window above my bed. i figured out that if i pushed on it a little some of the cold air could get in. i ended up pushing too hard and ended up putting my feet straight through the window. that was a fun one to explain to my parents. atleast i didn’t actually hurt myself.
I was playing football or “soccer” one with my dad and he kicked the ball right through my neighbours window and then told them that I did it. D:
My sister and I were left to our own devices a little bit too long in the family van one day. I managed to annoy her, and as on-edge as she was, when I put my knee into the back of her chair (she was sitting in the front passenger seat), she kicked the windshield reflexively.
Apparently the heel hit first/hardest, as there was an almost 2-inch diameter circle in which the glass virtually pulverized, with almost no cracking anywhere else. It looked like a large cut branch had struck the windshield trying to impale someone.
I was about five, and playing in my backyard, as it was summer and it was the only place I was allowed to be alone outside of my house. I don’t remember much, but I do remember finding a thick stick, just light enough for me to pick up. I thought it would be fun to spin around with it in my hands so it would lift up without me using any of the strength in my arms. Unfortunately, this lack of holding onto the stick caused it to fly out of my arms and put a giant crack into my kitchen window.
I had this one really beaten up and broken down garage in the back of my house and it had one of those windows that has 6 seperate pains of glass in it, one of the pains was busted out, my friend and I where chucking sthings through it… I grabed a rock that was clearly too big for it but I was young and dumb, so I hurl with all my might, I take out 4 of the 5 remaining pains and that one fell out shourtly after. I went inside and said to my dad “Dad, remember that window that USED to be in the garage?” he laughed and said he couldn’t get mad at me because a nearly Identical situation happened to him when he was a kid, he used the same exact line too. he was chucking a baseball thoguh
Nma. I almost broke a window with a stuffed lion. We put him on those fan/light combo dealies. Put him on one of the blades and turned it on. Poor lion swung full force into a window. I think we did it again and knocked a mug off of a counter. Go lion, go!
When I was 11, I think, my sister and had rollerblades but we really didn’t use them much, just in the garage. I remember that we had a whole six-weeks session on kickball in PE, and I decided to make a twist to the game at home: instead of kicking the ball, we’d play baseball, but on rollerblades. Of course, we were in the garage so we played with a bunch of old socks rolled up together as a mini-ball. But we did play with a bat, and although “home base” was far from the garage-door windows, for some reason, when my parents were out and my sister and I were playing, I “ran” to first base with the bat in my hands and somehow I cracked the window (I think I used it as a brake). My father got mad for a while, but it just cracked and you really couldn’t see it anyway.
Yeah, so I saw a bee on my window, I don’t like bees so I punched it and the window behind it as well. Both the bee and the window died.
The only window I ever broke was at my dads, and it wasn’t particularly spectacular. I threw a golf ball downstairs in the middle of a tantrum, and it bounced off the window, shattering one of the panes at the bottom.
I’ve never broken a window but I have a friend that broke his window trying to squash a fly with a mallet -_-
No candy, baseballs, footballs or any other balls broke any windows
but a carrot did, thats right a CARROT
We always had sliding glass doors (two different houses), I am the only one in my family who has not broken one by trying to walk through them. I have walked into them but never through them.
I didn’t get a broken window story till I was an adult, oddly enough. I was taking a shower in my fiance’s house (now my husband’s) and the sliding panel of glass in the window in the shower stall fell down… on top of my head, shattering, sending glass everywhere and putting a lovely lump on my forhead.
A few months back, we were transporting a canoe across town from one back yard to another. No bungie cords in my minivan, so we decided to just pop the back door, the one that opens up, and shove it in between the driver’s and passenger’s seats.
We were very careful closing the back door that we didn’t break the rear window.
Forgot about the front window. Didn’t realize till the next morning.
Now there were spiderwebs in the canoe — and out the front window!
I was practicing my bow and arrow skills. I had a few arrows, my dad’s bow, and a cardboard box with a bullseye drawn on it. I also had the bright idea to do it INSIDE my house- we have long hallways. So im shooting at this box, which is right below one of our front windows, and of course i slip up and shoot it out. My friend is there and we do damage control, cleaning up the glass and thinking of the next move. Suddenly it hits me: the hole is the perfect size for a baseball. So, i call my mom, tell her me and my friend were playing catch and i threw a baseball through the window (from outside). I got in no trouble. Hooray, devious 11-year-old mind
I was a very sound sleeper as a child, and for a while my bedroom configuration had my bed right next to my windows.
One night I rolled over in my sleep and kicked my foot right through a window pane, which didn’t wake me up…my mom woke me up by shaking me, and trying to carefully extract my foot out of the window while I was half asleep, while my stepfather looked on, still holding his pistol that he’d grabbed when he heard the glass breaking and came running to investigate…
uh…. I was attacked by a door with glass in it…
I had come home from school and upon reaching my front door I realized I’d forgotten my house keys, now it being a cold day with strong wind, I sought to shelter myself from the cold by standing between the locked door, and the screen door(in summer we put in the screens but in other seasons it has glass toy help keep the cold out). A strong gust of wind pulled the glass door away from me, I reached out my hand to catch it when the wind suddenly blew it in the opposite direction, and breaking on pane over my hand…
My neighbors got a wonderful surprise by someone ringing their doorbell and finding me standing there holding my badly bleeding left hand… I still have the scar along the knuckle of my ring finger. The sound of breaking glass is the one sound I can’t stand, and I absently run a finger along the scar whenever I hear it…
i got locked inside a racquetball court at the YMCA once by some of the local jerks from the middle school. the windows appeared to be the kind of wire-reinforced bulletproof glass you see on TV, but a single thwack with my racket and i sent a long crack from corner to corner.
i landed up working at the desk of the YMCA for the rest of the 7th grade to make up for it.
I don’t remember breaking any windows; but this one time my door was jammed and I had to get out the window to get out of my (ground floor) room. Thing is, I hesitated for a second and got too scared to jump. I ended up stuck on the windowsill — barefoot and cold but afraid to move — for the better part of an hour before I got my mother’s attention and she called the neighbour to bring a ladder and get me down. Just like a cat stuck up a tree.
Never broke a window before.
I recently put a hole in my bathroom door though (not all the way thru. just on one side of it. Its one of those cheap campus apartment doors).
My cat threw up at the top of the stairs and got away before I could grab her. I wanted to hit something, so I hit my door.
My landlord isnt gonna be too happy about that…
I’ve broken a few things in my time.
The latest was a glass door. I held a staple gun up against the glass (why?) and fired it. Weren’t any staples in it, but just the metal hitting the glass made a big crack and then it started to crack. In the end, it looked like a big stained-glass window without the stain. The sunset hitting the door looked cool in a not-so-cool sort of way. BTW, there were two panes of safety glass in, so I still have that door, but I had to take every single little shard of glass out, piecemeal.
I have broken about two sets of glassware (not including wineglasses) and am working on my third. Also have broken many, many bowls and plates, and a few casserole dishes. I have broken a PlayStation 1, a Super Nintendo, not one but two DS’s, and a GameBoy. Oh, and I accidentally snapped off a handle on a car door .
Whoops.
My mother locked us out of the house when I was about 7. She tried everything. Credit card in the lock, borrowed butter knife and a few other things I don’t remember. Eventually my mother, my dear sweet mother, utter 3 or 4 curse words and threw a brick into the laundry room window. It took me about 10 years before I realized that a locksmith would have been the better route. When I told her that she said that she had realized it the second she let the brick fly.
My cousin punched a hole in a window. just because she felt like it. the Schools Principle wasn’t amused
I’m a Mac person so, yes, Windows break on me all the time.
*groan*
Boom boom tsch!
Well..I was playing hockey on my driveway…did a slap shot…the ball went towards the grage and the Van’s rear view window shadders beside me. Now I’m pretty much assuming a small rock flew off the driveway, becsaue I see no other way for the window to have smashed.
Oh by the way Biff rocks!
This never happened to me, but my friend and I were helping out at a day camp, towards the end of the day, he leans back on one of the several foot high windows(just LEANS on it), and the freaking thing shatters and he almost fell through. Strangely, he never got hurt.