My boyfriend has this humongous replica of William Wallace's claymore (Braveheart.), and last Summer, he was having fun in his backyard swinging it around, and making it do swishy sword sounds.
I wanted to try to swing it too, so he handed it to me.
I stepped back and prepared myself, and swung it as hard as I could, so it would make a cool sound. But I ended up letting go of it, because it is rather heavy, and it went flying right in the neighbour's flower box railings, and that broke, and all the plants fell over.
While that was happening, because of the force I put into this and the unexpected airborne maneuver, I kind of like spun on myself and then tripped on my skirt and fell in the mud. The whole backyard was pretty much mud, so at the very least, this was not nasty coincidence.
Eric wishes he had had a camera on that day; he was laughing at me so hard. So I completely dirtied my clothes and managed to destroy private property. Incidentally, the sword was fine.
