I used to sleepwalk before I was around ten or so.
My mother once had this plant that she thought was just downright gorgeous, but all of a sudden, it started to just die, regardless of the relentlessly good care with which she took care of it. One night, she was doing laundry and I came out into the living room (where the plant was) and right in front of her, started peeing into the pot. I did not remember this at all the next day, but my mom thought that it was too cute to be mad at me, so it all worked out. I've also had a similar event with a hamper, but that wasn't as ongoing.
Also, one that's not as funny but a little more scary for my parents was that when I was four, I sleptwalk into the living room and wrapped myself up in a curtain in a corner where they couldn't see me. They searched the house and were about to call the police until I woke up and started crying for some reason. Glad that this is my only scare though.
I don't sleepwalk anymore, but it has left me with some good stories.
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