At the age of three I destroyed our TV. It was on, I pulled the lid from the back and saw some colored wires. I wanted them. I though I would free the colors from the TV into the room. So I grabbed a handful and pulled with all my weight. The colors left the TV with some magic smoke and a loud crack, but never made it into the room.
The TV was never completely repaired, a few masters came and only one of them managed to get at least some picture in shades of green and gray. This happened during a very serious economical and political crysis here in Russia, just after the downfall of USSR. A working TV was a real treasure and I ruined it. Still, my parents were more worried about me miraculously escaping electric shock rather then anything else. We watched everything in 50 shades of green and gray for a few years until we could afford a better TV.