Heh, my memorable “window breaking” occurred about 50 years ago when I was a young teenager.
I had developed a fierce interest in Football (American, not the other kind) so I spent a lot of time throwing a football through a tire hung from a tree like some pro athletes...and I was teaching myself how to punt a ball. I was practicing punting by kicking it over our three story house from the front yard to the back yard.
Well, one shanked off my foot, and went right through the living room window on the front of the house.
Heh, I watched the punt, in slow motion, go right to the window, and my father sitting in the chair right next to it was clearly visible, head bent, reading the daily paper as the football demolished the pane of glass.
My dad’s angry face appeared in the now open window and he yelled angrily “What the Hell are you doing?”
In retrospect, I have to laugh...all I could do was look at the ground and mumble the standard response “I don’t know...”
Anyway, I learned how to cut, install, and glaze a window that day under the smoking eyes of my dad...:)
I resolved if I ever broke another window, I was going to fix it myself before he ever found out about it. I expected if I did break another one, he would whack me in the occipital of my skull with that big class ring of his!
A few years ago, I bought an old Fred Bear bow at a garage sale.
I wanted to try it out and set up a target using my house as the backstop. (It was scheduled to be resided in a few weeks so I didn’t really care if I missed.
Well, I did miss. It’s amazing how quickly an arrow goes through a basement window. Oops.
I fixed it with the Handyman’s Secret Weapon (duct tape) until I got around to replacing the whole unit with glass block.