As a kid (8-9 y/o) I had a 25lb longbow that was given to me by the neighbor. I loved the thing and roamed the woods every day shooting at every rabbit/chipmunk/squirrel/tweety bird I could get close to. One day I decided that if I laid in the bushes wearing my woodland camo in the field behind the house long enough, I would probably get a shot at the mourning doves that always came in the evenings and sat on the power lines. Sure enough like clock work the doves came in the evening with me laying almost directly underneath the lines. I came to full draw aiming almost straight up at them and of course completely missed. The arrow proceeded to fly at least a couple hundred feet up in the air, then swap ends and come straight back down. It landed and with an awesomely loud "Thwack" that could be heard by me almost 50 yards away, it stuck in the roof of the housestanding straight up directly above the front door entrance. My mother was in the house and came out to see what kind of trouble I was getting into when she heard the noise and once she realized what I had done took the bow from me, and sent me to my room for the night.

I will never forget hearing from my bedroom that night my mother in the kitchen telling my dad what I had done when he finally got home from a late night at work. He almost choked on his dinner with laughter when she explained why he had to climb onto the roof the next day. [8D]