One snowy day in Pennsylvania, my mother and I drove our dog, Zach, to the vet. I was a young teen and sat in the front seat with Zach on my lap. On our way down a hill, the car hit a patch of ice and began spinning and spinning. I screamed for the car to stop. The feeling of being completely out of control gripped me as tight as I frantically clutched the golden retriever. Suddenly the car jerked forward. It was over.  Although we had fallen into a ditch, we were all okay.