Reminds me of the time my Dad insisted on chopping down a tree with just me there to help him when I was 14.

When I was 14, I only weighed 97 pounds, and while I was in weightlifting electives at school, I was still not very strong. So we chop this tree down, and he has me as the rope man pulling on it. The ropes were too low, and I was far too weak, and what wound up happening was the tree stuttered on the stump, and then slid opposite of me, then toppling over and grazing our neighbor's house putting a huge dent in the vinyl siding. It narrowly missed caving in their roof.

If my father had been patient, he could have gotten one of my older brothers to help as well, but when he gets in the mood for yard work he waits for nothing. He insisted that it was my fault, for not magically recruiting all of my friends to help me or some bunk like that. Told him he was a moron, and my mom backed me up on it.

Surprisingly, our neighbors at the time were totally chill about it. The whole thing made me never want to help with cutting another tree down ever again, but we cut a few more down in our backyard over the next few years, fortunately with my brothers around to help.