Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: as with most posts in this sub, this wasnt today. happened to me when i was in year 6 (11-12 years old).

so im going to go into a fair bit of detail in this post to try and best paint a picture of the events that transpired that day. alright here we go.

it all started one afternoon after school, i was at my cousins house up the road from my own with a few of my cousins and friends who all had motorbikes. i grew up in a small town called menangle park in australia and no joke i had 15 or so cousins who lived there, its a small harness racing town and my family has trained horses for hundreds of years. we were just being typical kids playing backyard footy and causing a ruckus. we all came to an agreement that wed go for a moto ride at fat steves property, who i shit you not used to drive around a bashed up old ice cream truck on hundreds of acres tending to cattle and horses. 

i raced home on my pushbike, yelling to my parents that i was going for a ride and hastily putting on all my gear. helmet, chest plate, boots, liver guard, gloves and goggles. ( wasnt allowed to go anywhere without it all on)

i excitedly start my little yamaha yz80 and start zipping down our driveway. this is where it all starts to go wrong. we had a little dog called timmy, and timmy was a little shit. wed stolen him from a family up the road who had been mistreating him. putting out cigarettes on him, theyd cut his voice box out so he couldnt bark and im certain they had kicked and beaten him. he hated kids but loved my dad, timmy had a particular distain towards my motorbike and its front tyre. so here i am zipping down the driveway with timmy the chihuaha barking and biting at my frontwheel like a lion chasing its prey. this time the prey won. he somehow managed to get infront of my tyre and i ran him over. of course i panicked and turned around to check if he was ok, while i was still pinging it down my driveway. 

thankfully hes ok, just a little limp and a quick shake of the dust and hes walking away defeated. i turn back around and by this stage im at the end of my driveway where the road starts. this is where it goes from bad to worse.

i come flying out of my driveway and in an instant im hit by a car going around 60-70kmhs per hour. ill never forget being laid out flat in the air doing a full 360 like a pancake. my helmet flew off and i bounced off the gutter. i couldnt feel any pain but all i can remember from this stage onwards is my dad running down the driveway screaming "my sons dead, my sons fucking dead". i wasnt, but all he had heard was me zipping away followed by some tyres screeching and a loud bang. that look of pure fear he had will forever be etched into my brain. 

"you fucking idiot" he yelled at me. i replied, telling him im ok and hobbled inside. i called my friends for some unknown reason and all i said was, "i cant come i just got hit by a car". within 5 minutes half my town was in my backyard checking on me. 

i never really suffered any super bad injuries, bruising, torn ligaments and a lifelong fear of motorbikes and chihuahuas is all that remains ( kidding about the chihuahas). needless to say, my parents sold that bike a week later and ive never riden one again.

TIFU by running over my own dog on my motorbike and then getting hit by a car.