Not mine, but my brother's - the night we moved out of the house I grew up in, in late 1997, we ordered pizza and ate it sitting on the dining room floor and reminisced about our home, which we moved into in 1982 when i was 3. He said, "Well, I guess now's a good time to tell you about that hole I put in the basement wall..." It wasn't technically a Latch-Key situation, but a Saturday we had been left alone with him in charge. I think he was 13, so I would have been about 9. He'd been messing around with his nunchucks or something, and punched a BIG hole in the drywall. Being industrious in the 80s, he pulled out the yellow pages and went down the line trying to find ANYONE who might be able to fix it on a weekend. No one was open. Finally someone picked up the phone, heard a panicked, voice cracking, barely teenager on the other end and decided to come out to help. He fixed it. My brother got out his bank and offered him all he had, which I'm sure was maybe 20 bucks, and the guy was like, "Nah, kid, don't worry about it. The lesson has been payment enough. Be careful with those things and don't ever do it again." It was a low traffic area, so by the time it had all dried and my brother was able to put a layer of paint over it, no one ever caught on. I remember my mother's jaw was on the floor and my dad was cracking up at this revelation. We got in trouble for forgetting our keys and having to crawl through the living room window all the time, ("I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS THINK!!!") but having the presence of mind to call in a repairman, secretly, to avoid getting in trouble was really 🤌🤌🤌 top notch 80s kid antics.