I was maybe six years old and we were living in a third floor apartment. I was with my older brother and he wanted to play water balloons with me. I found a big one and we just dropped it from the third floor. We got in trouble from the person who saw us. He kept calling and calling to our parents and they had to pay all the money to fix the car. It was a normal sized balloon and not the tiny ones. The sound was crazy. It was loud! It was my brother’s idea but I felt so guilty about it.