Ok, so I was a fairly naive child and one summer while vacationing at my parents summer home I was hanging out with these two bratty twins. At this point I was perhaps 9 or 10 years old while they were 7 or 8. While talking they convinced me that a nearby house was the abandoned house of their dead grandfather. Naturally, the logical thing to do was to break the front door down with an axe. I can't really recall the reasoning behind this, presumably they wanted to get something from inside, but it was a long time ago and I can no longer recall. They were too weak to do it (or so the motherfuckers told me), but I could probably do it.

So I go home to where my father keeps his tools and take a big axe and we all go to the house to chop the front door down. Somehow this didn't seem to be weird or extreme to me at the time. We get to the house, which was very close to but not visible from where my house was. I start chopping away at the door. With my feeble child muscles, I wasn't doing all that well at cleaving the door in two, mostly just making nasty scratches on the wood but I did manage to break away the door handle and the metal plate that has the keyhole in it.

After hitting the door for about 10 minutes, I decide to take a break so I go back home, cheerfully greet my parents, take some chocolate from them, and go back to hacking the door. The twins had disappeared somewhere in the meantime saying they'd be right back (can't remember the excuse they gave for going away). So, as I'm hacking away at the door once again, suddenly, it opens and there's an old man behind it looking angry and afraid at the same time. Clearly, I had not expected this and freeze in place, axe still in my hands. As soon as it becomes apparent to him that I'm not going to imediatelly kill him with the axe which was a reasonable fear from his perspective he starts shouting at me. My house is near by and my parents hear it and come right over as do the twins (wearing a shit eating grin) and their grandmother.

Turns out, it was not their grandfathers house, it was the house of a friend of their grandmothers who had been visiting their house at the time and so the house was temporarily empty. The twins convinced me to attack the door with the axe and then, after sufficient damage was done to get me into some serious trouble, they went back to their house to get the guy saying there was a maniac destroying his door. I had, however, gone to get some chocolate when he returned and the twins went back home. I'm assuming they told him I was the one who did it but, as it turns out, they needn't have bothered as i soon reappeared to continue my work. The house was no longer abandoned though and so I got a nasty surprise.

My parents, thankfully, believed my story which meant I was only grounded for the rest of the summer.