I broke my neighbors garage door as a kid

One time when I was around 8 or 9 I was playing baseball in my front yard with my little brother. I was pitching and when I threw the ball my brother hit it and it sailed over our house and landed in our neighbors yard. So we walked on over and I knocked on the door but no one was home. He had a large tree in his front yard, and for some odd reason I decided it would be a good idea to see if I could jump from the tree into his garage. So I climbed up the tree, got a better grip and leaped from the tree as high as I could, and landed right on his garage door and it folded in half like it was made out of paper. We grabbed the baseball and took off running. I was lucky that his garage door was cheap and flimsy and that I didn't break my leg or bust my balls on the fall or I'd probably be singing soprano right now. He replaced his garage door with a real sturdy one and I wondered why.