38. I Got Blamed For It
My little brother is a few years younger than me. He used to come into my room to harass me all the time and my parents never allowed me to have a lock. He was around 10 when I started propping a piano stand under my doorknob to keep people out.
So, little brother pushed the door and the piano stand was at the knob. I ignored it before all I heard was the loudest BANG followed by a thud. I opened the door to see him laying on the floor, holding his face, and crying. Apparently, he decided that he could break down my door like in the movies by throwing himself against it after running from down the hall. But, this kid didn’t just throw his shoulder or kick it.
He threw his entire body against it like a squirrel going for a tree. Arms and legs out, face first. I got blamed for it but it was worth it.
Only time I ever laughed that hard at his expense again was when he tried to fart into my room and pooed himself about 2 years later.