Window 1: There was this time right, when I was about 4. I was at my cousins place 5 minutes away from where I lived. They live on a hill and there drive way extends past there house about 30 meters (100 feet for all you dumb yanks out there). I was playing round on a tricycle when I started to roll down the hill. Next thing I know I'm hurtling down the hill towards the house at a speed so quick, neighbours say they heard (and felt) a sonic boom. CRAAAASH!!! I went through one of the ground level windows next to their door. Booyaka!! I could of died maaaaan. I had to go to hospital.
Window 2: I was about 12, and was very bored on a typically cold and wet Wellington day. I needed to do something physical so I decided to test my jumping skills. I stood up about 5 or 6 cushions in the hallway and then attempted to jump them. Stupid me, I didn't think about how I was going to stop myself once I had cleared the cushions. At the end of the hallway , past the cushions is the front door, witch has glass windows. I hurdled the cushions with the athletic grace of a gazelle in its prime. I stuck my hands out in front of me to stop, but the structure in front of my hands, the window, couldn't hold the bulk of my massivly muscular arms. CRAAAASH!! again. I was left standng face to face with the door with my hands poking out side. Classic. I could have died.
Window 3: Well this one was pretty simple. I was about 14 I guess, and my sister was walking out the house. I went to stop here to say something but couldn't catch her. She slammed the door behind her and I stuck my hand out to stop it, but this door had glass windows aswell. I thrust out my left hand but the door kept on going, CRAAASH!! my hand went straight through the window. It wasn't my fault
