My 1st Brush With Danger

I'd say I was ten or eleven when me and danger encountered each other. It was about 150 pounds of pure muscle with razor sharp teeth. My older brother had just picked me up from school. So were walking up an alley taking a short cut home and out of no where, there it was. A massive pitbull starring us down like lunch meat growling. I was so scared if I was a snake I would have shed my skin. My brother told me to stand still. But I refused because the dog looked as if he was a professional poker player ready to checkmate us. So before he could make his move I launched my book bag into his face and ran like Forest Gump. I knew since he was bigger and faster than me that I had to think quick. So instead of trying to out run him, I out smarted him by leaping onto the back of someones pick up truck that happened to be parked in the alley. It was an adrenaline rush I can never forget. My heart was pounding like it was a concert inside my chest. But when I jumped on the back of that truck I felt invincible. People heard us in the alley and called the pound and that was how we escaped from being chewed on like rag dolls. It was man vs. beast and I won. It was like a game of cat and mouse, but more like muscles vs. brains. me and my brother still talk about that even till this day.