THE SOUND OF BREAKING GLASS
I love the sound of breaking glass! As a kid, I threw stones through windows just to hear the glass break. Rarely did I get caught. To the best of my knowledge, I never injured anyone.
One week I broke the same window everyday, Monday to Friday, five days in a row. This window was at the back of a house in a lane way I took to go to school. I threw a stone and broke the window Monday morning while on my way to school. I did not plan to do this. I saw a stone and then the window and I picked up the stone and threw it. Bullseye! I saw that the window was fixed on Tuesday when I went to school, and broke the window again. This second time was not planned, but I planned to break the window Wednesday, Thursday and Friday if it was fixed each day. It was, and I did. I never got caught. I feel bad when I think about it now, but I was only six or seven years old. What a rush hearing the glass break and then running!
How ironic that in my teens I got a summer job working for Hunt Windows Company. Part of my job was emptying the scrap-glass bin where the window makers threw out—you guessed it!—scrap glass. What a rush hearing the scrap glass smash when I dumped the scrap-glass bin!
I have never outgrown this addiction(?), but I have learned to control it. One day I will have a concrete room where I can go to release tension and get high by smashing glass. Until that time I will settle for the cracking noise from thin ice while stepping on frozen puddles in the gutter.