Near-death experiences

When I was 7 my mother worked part-time grooming dogs at a pet store and I tagged along during the summer, cleaning mouse and hamster cages and doing other little things here and there. In the front was where the pets were sold, which of course had a front wall made of essentially only glass from the waist up so that everyone could see the animals, and the back was where the dogs were groomed.

One day my mother and her friend, who also worked there, were in the back grooming dogs while I was in the front looking at the kittens for the hundredth time that week since they had come in (I was really supposed to be cleaning the hamster cages). I went to the back to ask my mother again if I could have one and I had barely walked through the doorway to the back part of the store when a Ford truck plowed through the front of the store. Everything was a complete mess. Glass, cement, and brick was everywhere from the giant window, wall, and rodent cages. There were dead hamsters and other small animals all over the place and I distinctly remember my mom's friend digging through the bricks and glass under the truck screaming my name. My mother had already found me at that point and called her friend off of the ground. The kittens ended up being okay.

I have no doubt in my mind that if I had been in the front of the store I would be dead. That truck had to have been going going really fucking fast to have come into the store like it did. If I hadn't got it into my head to ask my for the kitten I would have kept cleaning the hamster cages and been directly in the path of the truck. So, basically, a kitten saved my life.

Jam it back in, in the dark.