When I still had my learners permit for driving the car I hit a dog. The guy's property was elevated and he was playing fetch with his dog. I guess the ball went off into the street after hitting a tree and fido decides to jump off the raised front lawn (a good 6-8 feet high) covered by bushes into the street after the ball. I'm minding my own business driving a comfortable 35 up the hill and this dog comes flying off someone's front lawn and goes after the ball. I slammed onto the brakes and skidded to a halt hitting the dog. The dog took off running up to the owner unharmed but obviously shooken up a little bit. I wanted to just start crying because I could have flattened this dog. We spoke to the owner who had no idea what happened and everything was OK.

Anyways, my dad seems to bring it up whenever he can. This was 2-3 years ago and for some reason he brought it up again last week. Way to ruin the dinner conversation, dad!