When I was younger I smashed the wall of my room with a broom and left a huge dent which I covered up with a poster.
When I was a little older, I threw my MP3 player against the wall, creating another dent and consequently breaking my MP3 player.
I threw it violently at 13 and it shattered, refusing to play another JoJo song or My Chemical Romance mashup.
That's a lie. No matter how hard I threw it, it was indestructible.
When I was 12 or 13, I found out I had to go to the dentist that weekend, so I threw the landline phone against the wall and it broke into four different pieces. I put it back together and pretended to not know why it suddenly stopped working. My dad drove it to head office and we got a free replacement. Nobody ever knew it was me.
I punched the LCD screen of my digital camera when I was 15 and it shattered. I got it replaced for $200 three years later.
I threw it against the bathroom wall and it fell into the toilet. After I got the water out, I threw it again a few weeks later and the screen went white.
In the middle of a fight with my girlfriend, I threw my already-cracked iPhone and cracked it even more.
I used this as a club earlier today when my mother screamed at me and I screamed back. I hit my bedframe and half of it popped off, hitting my turtle's aquarium.
It shattered and spurted water all over my room when a piece of my tripod bounced off the bedframe I hit and smashed into it, creating a quarter-sized hole.