Story time:
My parents were redoing the Kitchen when I was.. 3? 4? somewhere around that age. We were living in the house as the remodel was going on, and were waiting on the cabinets to arrive or something. They just brought home this huge new microwave and my mom sat it up on the Dishwasher. I had the bright idea one day to bring the door down as a step up, to use the microwave. The whole fucking thing tips over, and the Microwave lands on its corner and royally fucks it up. My brother comes into the kitchen, and immediately turns around and doesnt say shit. My dad comes home after a bit and is like "ohh... your mother's gonna beat your ass..." picks it all up, gets my brother and they go down to the woods and just start chopping wood. Im thinking the anxiety and stress I received in this moment is what has my receding hairline back further than my older brothers, right now. Not much longer and my mom comes home from work. I hear my name at the top of her lungs and I take off running towards my pops. She runs me down, picks me up by my arm and twirls me around like a Helicopter and throws me like a ragdoll. Then goes in on me with a spanking, cursing and more. I probably should have went to a foster home for Child Abuse, but this is the 80's and Virginia didnt give a fuck.
Long story short, appliances didnt get broke in my household. (Back to GIF's, sorry for the VCR derail.)