I might as well put this one up since it blasted me while writing the other posts.
I might have been 5 or 6 years old? I had a little modern vintage looking alarm clock that mom bought me. You had to wind the dials to keep the clock going and adjust the time. I must have gotten frustrated trying to do so and just threw the clock on the bed which caused it to bounce off onto the floor and break. I wailed from the landing upstairs. Dad was watching TV downstairs and came up to see what the commotion was about. I told him the clock was broken between sobs and he just gently consoled me. Somehow with no assurance of getting it fix, I felt better although still very upset.
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