When I was a kid, maybe about ten, I was walking home from school with my mum and my little brother. Obviously we had a difference of opinion, which led to me chasing him back to our house. He ran into the house, slamming our two-glass paneled front door behind him. I ran into the door with my arms outstretched and took out the top panel. I had a tiny scratch, but my mum made great play of the fact I could have amputated both my hands.
I also hoofed a football through a pane of glass in our back door at the same house. Again my mum was an innocent bystander. There was a piece of the glass embedded in a wooden kitchen stool that she had just walked past on her way to make a cup of tea.
In adult life, I’ve put up a second hand greenhouse, so yeah obviously I smashed some glass there.