Ohey, I remembered a new story!~
So, about a year or two ago, there was some occasion going on in which my grandparents (My mom's father and his girlfriend) were going to come over, so I had to make sure my room was actually clean (It wasn't too bad. I make sure now to keep it clean all the time, minus little cluttered messes of games in my cabinets and stuff)
Anyways, on this particular day, it was quite windy out, and I had my windows open because of that.
Now, while cleaning up, I found a Tennis racket. I don't play tennis or show any interest into the sport, but I had it for some reason. For whatever reason that possessed my mind, I decided to pretend it was a sword. Now, obviously when you have a sword, you swing it around, right?
Well, I did just that. I wasn't trying to hit anything, and my room was cleared out so I couldn't ACTUALLY hit anything... But, I accidentally hit the light on the ceiling of my room :V
Now, it wasn't just a light bulb I hit. The light bulb was actually protected, but by some glass thing. Y'know, to make the room brighter or something by spreading the light or whatever?
Well, I was standing RIGHT BELOW IT when I accidentally hit it, and it came crashing down. Luckily, I was standing in a position where it hit my back instead of my head. My memory of this event is a bit blurry, but I do know my grandparents were already there, being they heard the crash too (The impact between the racket and the glass shade made quite literally no noise :V).
Anyways, after cleaning it up, they were trying to figure out what the cause was, and my mom decided to suggest the wind. I simply agreed because I didn't want to get in trouble, but apparently it was pretty obvious they already knew. I found this out because the day my grandfather came over to fix it, he said something to hint to the fact he knew I hit it by accident. He said it as a joke though, kinda in a subtle hinting manner.
Also, I tried saying I was on the other side of the room when it came crashing down, but I'm guessing the fact I had a glass shard stuck a bit below my right shoulder (It wasn't too deep, but i think the shock and fear of getting caught was the reason I didn't feel the pain. It was halfway covered in blood) kinda signaled out that it was a lie. They didn't pull the glass shard out, I did it myself after noticing it somehow in the bathroom mirror.
After the event, nobody said a single thing (minus my grandfather fixing it later in the week) about it, so I dunno what they thought of it >...>