When I Was A Stupid Kid, I had a closet door that had a lip and a crossbar on the inside.
Whilst latched on to my closet door as if it were my personal in-house sideways see-saw, I pushed off the side of the closet....
That is, until the day the hinge screws finally came off the wood and sent the closet door, with me on it, flying across the room and crushing my bed.
Now tell me, were you a good kid or a destructive kid? What did you destroy and how did you do it?
notes about the illustrations:
*The Illustration of me falling on the bed is misleading in the fact that I drew it falling with the flat side on the bed. It was more like a side-chop. Also, My mother believed that thick mattresses were bad for you, and so my mattress was quite thin, an inch thick at most, so it did nothing to break the fall.
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