I know that when I was a kid, my brothers and I were rather destructive little tornadoes of energy. I'm sure that we broke plenty of things. I seem to remember an incident involving some sort of sticky slime-like toy that my little brother had being throw onto the ceiling. And sticking there. And not wanting to come off. And leaving a nice purple stain on the ceiling.
My younger brother was also a big fan of drawing on walls and other surfaces for a while. Crayon doesn't come off all that easily.
We knocked things over, we played ball in the house, we were probably holy terrors.
And I think this is probably normal, in fact there's a whole website dedicated to the subject.