I was around 8 years old and my father was working as a journalist, for a fancy company.
He was out all day and he received cool cutting-edge work phones, computers and cool tech all the time.
I think he had an Iphone 3GS which at that time was a big deal! One day I came home from school and I noticed that he had forgotten his work phone on the kitchen table.
I started checking it out and fiddling with it, but I knew it was important so I did not mess anything up, yet…
I started playing with the camera and I was very amused by it, so much so that I started making little videos of mundane things like my reflection on the window or just the inside of my nose to see what it looked like… yeah I was always a bright one.
I started looking around for cool video ideas and I thought that it would have been extra cool if I got a video of myself through the microwave door,
So I tried and it was lame because it wasn´t turning, so why not just turning it on! Suddenly the phone sparked and I freaked out. I pulled it out and it smelled of burnt wires, in my infinite wisdom I decided to just drop it in the sink and open the tap until it was submerged.
Well, that did absolutely nothing but it got the smell to go away.
Useless to mention, but the phone was toasted and it had no life left in it, there isn´t enough rice in China to revive it.
I just left it where I found it, and it looked undamaged.
When dad came home he thought it was just low on battery so he plugged it in, it sparked just a little, he said he thought he fried his phone and went to get it replaced by his company!
Not a word has ever been spoken about it from my side, It was a wild ride for me and it got my adrenaline through the roof as an 8 year old, but it ended in the best way possibIe, plus i got my dad a new phone, did not electrocute him in the process and I got to learn about lithium-ion battery chemistry!
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That’s honestly one of the wildest and funniest childhood confessions I’ve ever read. Microwave science, accidental sabotage, and a silent victory all in one chaotic story. Eight-year-old you really lived on the edge, and somehow pulled off the perfect crime.
My sister dropped my mums brick phone in the milk jug one week then the next week threw up in her bag and broke her new one
Whupsy.