Um, nostalgia. In puberty days, I once pulled off the tablecloth of our dinner table.... with almost everything on it as well. I was rocking my chair and was about to fall backwards. I fell. My dad was furious and went after me (mum yelling 'don't hit him')(he never did that even once I think). I uped the stairs, dad two meters behind but I managed to lock myself up in the bathroom just in time.
(haha, I won then)
As I do now.