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Mine was our CRT TV. I would rapidly push the power button on and off because I thought the picture coming and going looked cool but eventually it fell inside of the TV. I think I later stuck a magnet on the TV.


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[โ€“] southsamurai@sh.itjust.works 4 points 7 months ago

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.