*Wheeze* Ahem, *Cough*, excuse me, I'm kind of out of breath. You see, in order to create this thread I had to lug the old rocking chair in front of the computer. We must have the proper mood for these things after all.
This is a thread where people can reminisce about the days long past where odd, magical, funny things happened to us and to our rambunctious woebegone kin. Events such as the following, which must be read in a southern Alabama accent:

Last night at approximately 2:15 A.M. my middle brother Wallace, who has been consistently referred to as 'the
jerk' was in our attic, burning some content onto a disk. (The information contained on the device has not been released, but I think we can assume it is of an equally contentious nature as its master) Upon finishing said disk the heavyset teenager removed it from its tray by means of inserting his finger through the hole in the center, as is the commonly accepted mode of transportation. In his other hand he was carrying a large cup of unsweetened iced-tea. As the account goes, he stopped at the skylight to admire his vast property (or some such nonsense). One of our cats, who spends her evenings on our roof, saw him and let loose a bellow that somehow pierced his inner conscience. He decided to open the skylight to let her in. But upon taking a step forward, his foot fell onto nothingness and his mind searched the past.

Six months earlier, our mother decided it was a shame to have such a beautiful skylight and not be able to see through it from the floor below. So she hired Lawrence (the youngest brother, whom Wallace is constantly directing his wrath toward in the form of elbowing and ear-wrenching and similar anime-inspired violence) to cut a hole through the ceiling.

Back to the present, Wallace found himself falling. As his mind panicked and his gut tightened, he flailed out his hand and caught the edge with three fingers, his thoughts directed toward protecting the precious disk on his index. He released the teacup, (which, to this day has not been recovered, rescue teams are still searching) and frantically grasped at the edge of the hole. But his weight was too much for only one hand and three fingers. He slipped down into the darkness and landed, not on hard floor, as he had hoped, but onto an invention of Lawrence's devising.

Two days earlier, Lawrence and Abel (oldest brother) had found a crackpot inventor from Canada who claimed he could make a heating device with two cans, an electric motor, a large bolt and a cup of oil. It was this collection of items that Wallace's body connected with, and destroyed.
In the end, Wallace was unharmed, but he still bemoans the loss of the disk. When he turned on the lights, he discovered it, still on his finger, bent.

So, what stories have you got? Hand 'em over

Cue the reminiscent banjo strumming.