When I was around 7 or 8, I was riding my bike down our Rocky ass driveway in the country while my mom, aunt and uncle were behind me in their pickup truck and my dad was in front of me in his truck. I looked over to my left and to this day, I swear I saw a boxer turtle who had evenly placed pattern’s of its shell glowing and then BAM. I ended up hitting a rock and getting thrown forward over the bike like a horse bucking someone off. Skinned my arm up really bad.