I swear this could have been a decent day if not for one "little" issue. The little man was about 3, and decided to dart off the front porch he was playing on and into the street in front of my truck. I can say my brakes are awesome!!! I was doing about 20 in a 25 zone...very crammed residential area, and on a tiny horribly bumpy street. I saw him plying there, and that porch is normally gated so I didn't think a whole lot of it. I looked up to focus on avoiding the pickup just a bit bigger than me (tight fit at best), and pulling in my side mirror so they could get past. I just finished pulling my mirror in when out of the corner of my eye I saw the little one dart, and before I knew what was happening he was in front of me. I got stopped about 4 inches shy of the little guy. I hit my hazards and put it in park, and got out to make sure he was ok, and to get him out of the street. I busted a knuckle I beat on that damn door so hard. He was outside alone.The lady who came outside took his hand took him in, and didn't say a word to me. I am still amazed he wasn't afraid in all of that...I forced a decent grin, took his hand and said "lets go find your mommy". he came right with me. Omg do people not think at all anymore? Obviously I don't or I would have called the cops...sigh. I screwed up...big shock there. I don't think I want to drive for awhile. I should have been paying better attention. This bites...Really needed more to add to my mind....getting a bit crowded up there.