I won a bicycle out of honeycomb cereal when I was a kid. My dad's response when I showed him the little piece of paper with the word 'Karate' on it: "You little s**t.". Handlebars broke off while I was in the air on a jump, wiped out when I landed, but luckily no scars.
I woke up once when I was a kid, went into the bathroom, and had an alligator in there. No, it wasn't Florida. My dad had got a couple caiman's the day before and one got out. He was (for a while) a herpetologist and we traveled around Texas fairs with a 40' logging trailer filled with snakes and lizards. He was outside dressed like Steve Irwin (this was years before the legendary Mr. Irwin) getting people to go inside, while I gave tours. Fun stuff. I also had to help pull a 23' reticulated python off him at one point, and help him recapture an 18' king cobra we had. I guess most of the cool stories in my life revolve around my dad, who was just an epic man, who did everything every little kid wants to be when they grow up, and died a broken man due to alcohol and lost love :(