I probably have some good stories. I had some nice childhood memories.
Here's two I can think of.
I was like five years old and I was playing with my Barbies in the playroom in our house, and my mom was vacuuming the rest of the house. Anyways, I was going to change the Barbie's outfit and I decided that her current outfit was dirty. At this time, my mom had left the vacuum unattended and plugged in (which was a big mistake on her behalf). Anyways, I left the playroom and lifted the vacuum up and placed my Barbie's outfit underneath it (it wasn't a heavy vacuum). I pressed the button to start the vacuum, and the Barbie dress went into the vacuum. My mom had to take apart the vacuum to get the dress out. Oh, and this happened more than once. This happened on several other occasions.
Um, another story: We had a home office so my mom could work at home so she could take care of me. Anyways, I'd go in there to play "office." I'd scribble on papers as documents and then staple them together. Anyways, I went to staple some sheets together, and well, I put my hand in too far into the area where the staples shoot out. Long story short, I ended up stapling my hand instead of the papers.
I have a lot of other stories (like how I ruined my baby book and how I got ran over by a bike), but I'll save those for another time.