I have a sad, but kind of humorous story to share. It happened about 13 years ago when I was well, about 13. I used to have these huge GI joes from when I was younger, one day I was bored at my grandma's house and decided to make this big GI Joe a parachute out of a plastic bag and throw it around by her house.
I threw it and threw it and threw it. I finally managed to get it stuck in the tree. I did not want to lose Cobra Commander so I began throwing things up in the tree to get it. I threw a basket ball, baseball, baseball bat, rocks, etc.
I finally decided to use a hammer. I threw a hammer and wouldn't you know it? The hammer got stuck.
I tried to throw the aforementioned in the tree to knock it down, no luck.
About a year later, my grandma (mind you not elderly, she was like 51 at the time, was outside in the street with my niece, the hammer fell out of the tree and hit her in the head. It did not kill her or maim her, just kind of gave her a big bump and a headache. It was Christmas morning.
Merry Christmas right? Sad I know, kind of funny? Yeah, maybe.
The moral of the story, what goes up, must come down.