When I was five years old, I was playing outside with my dog Tinker. I went inside to get something to drink. When I came back out I couldn't find Tinker anywhere. I started crying and started running out of the garage. Before I got out of the garage I tripped and fell. I fell right where the garage door would close. My head was out of the garage and my body was in it. All of a sudden the door started to close. As it started getting closer to my neck, Tinker ran under the garage door and it stopped it. The door smashed Tinker's chest but he was just fine. He saved my life. ~My aunt Tanya~