Asklemmy

I really, really liked disassembling stuff, and then not knowing how to reassemble. The most regrettable thing I disassembled was probably the Wii U. It would be nice to still have one, but I also really don't feel like buying one, so, yeah.

My dumbass was shooting marbles out of my paintball gun. Worked great, but I nailed a few windows on our neighbor's car!

My kid stuck a big ol donut magnet on our TV and ruined the screen.

I broke a microwave when I was little because I didn't know I had to remove my fork from my plate of broccoli, then proceeded to accidentally break the garbage disposal trying to dispose of the broccoli because I didn't know broccoli couldn't go down the disposal.

Jesus maybe? At church during the Christmas service. Accidentally dropped it. No clue how much it was worth, but I don't remember breaking particularly expensive things.

I didn't break something expensive in terms of dollar amount, but my Mom knits. In high school she asked me to do the laundry for her while she was out of town. I knew sweaters went in the delicate cycle, but what I DIDN'T know is even the delicate cycle was too much for her very nice, hand knit, cashmere sweater that fit her perfectly.

It came out felted and 2 sizes smaller. And I felt HORRIBLE then. Now, I'm all grown up and I've learned how to knit myself. Now I think back on that and marvel that I'm still alive and she didn't come home and just bury me in the backyard. That's how I know she loves me. <3

As a 10 year old I drove our car into a tree. It didn't quite break though

Xmas ornament my parents got of QVC or something. I fell into(onto?) the mantelpiece because I'm clumsy and I was much younger at the time and I knocked it off. It was actually my favourite ornament too.

I was probably 9 or 10 at the time, visiting at a (wealthy) friends house, and my friend was showing me a bunch of his dads cool stuff, among which was a legitimate whip, like straight up indiana jones style. Naturally, I had to try it out…indoors…underneath the crystal chandelier hanging in their entryway…I wasn’t allowed over anymore after that.

A motorcycle back in the late 90s when I was like 9 or 10?

We were at a dealership because my dad was thinking about buying a motorcycle. At one point, they put my younger brother on a motorcycle because it was cute or whatever. After they took him off the bike, and my parents and the salesguy moved onto another motorcycle, I wanted to try. So I did. And I tried to be careful, knowing it could fall over.

Getting on was no issue. And getting off was no problem either. Until I was like a few feet away from the bike..and it fell over. Shattered the windshield.

Even though it was an accident, the dealer tried to get my parent's to pay up. And I think my parents would've been willing to pay something...except the dealer wanted, I believe, $800. The bike was probably only a few thousand bucks -- I actually have no clue how much the bike was, but, as an adult, I know how much bikes are. No way a windshield was a third of the price of the bike. Not in the 90s, not today. So my dad and the dealer got into a shouting match. We left, and the dealer tried to get our license plate number as we drove off.

Nothing ever happened with that. No cops were called or anything, as far as we know. Besides, the dealer should have insurance for these situations. But since I wasn't supposed to be on the bike in the first place...I got in tons of trouble. Got my ass beat by my mom, got grounded, couldn't go to a sleepover I was supposed to go to...

Definitely the most expensive thing I broke. At least based on what the dealer was demanding.

Nothing big tbh.

A car window, or a record player would be it, I'm just not sure which cost more.

They were both accidents, though the car window was ab accident due to stupidity rather than a completely innocent act that went wrong.

The record player, I was just trying to play one of my 45s, and the arm snapped off. I don't really remember applying much pressure, and I was about 5 or 6, so it wasn't like I was a powerhouse. My dad didn't get it repaired, so no clue what monetary cost would have applied. He ended up buying a better one second hand from my uncle, which was about 150 back in the eighties, so not cheap but not crazy either.

The car window was my dumb kid ass chucking rocks with my sister. Now, the dumb part was throwing them in the direction of the cars at all, but me and my sister were both pretty damn young, and I had no idea I could throw a small rock that far. Maybe the size of a dime. Wouldn't have thrown that direction if I had thought I could hit anything.

Again, not sure what the actual cost was because my dad never said. But it was enough that he couldn't make a trip to go to a wedding up north, so there's that as a rough idea.

Other than that, I was not a destructive kid, nor a reckless one. Anything else I ever broke was genuinely something where it would have broken for anyone, or was just a result of a kid not having perfect balance and control. You drop shit when you're a kid, but it was always minor stuff.

Some kind of fancy antique vase, a friend taught me to make a how to fold a really good paper dart and was throwing it all around the house and it hit it and knocked it over 😂

Nothing extremely expensive. Just a DS. That, or an old Asus laptop I had that ran horrible windows 8. With the laptop, Best Buy geek squad had said how the best course of action would have been just buying a new computer rather than fixing it. Don't remember all the damage, but it wouldn't even boot if I remember correctly.

My jaw.