Oh, I can relate to breaking lights. -_-
(I posted this in Funny/Embarrassing stories too, but oh well.)
I remember last year, at my old church, my friend and I were playing chase in the gameroom, (Which was perfectly fine; they allowed it) and we had a flat soccer ball. She whacked me on the head with it, and to get revenge I grabbed it and started to kick it back at her. Too bad I'm really good at kicking and my aim is bad, because instead of going straight for her head, it flew up and crashed into this huge light on the ceiling. Of course, it had to knock it down, and of course, the floor had to be made out of cement, which caused it to shatter into a million peices. If that wasn't bad enough, it had to be right around this teenage class where tons of people were, and everyone knew that I did it. My crush even walked in!!!!!!! >_<; At that very moment! He wouldn't have known if this girl in my class hadn't told him. And no, I don't like him anymore. I stay as far away as humanly possible from him, lol. o_o;
...And so that's why I never play soccer anymore.