I was like 5 yo, found a black puppy, named him Lucky (that was apparently some cosmic foreshadowing.) Anyway, I argued with my mom to keep him, etc. He jumped out of my arms and ran right out into the street. I did not hesitate to immediately run after him, meanwhile a ford F150 truck slammed on the breaks not to flatten both of us. I did not get to keep the puppy. source of major trauma and heartbreak.