I got bit a neighbor's dog when I was 5. I have very dim memories of it (because it's been a billion years) but he knocked me down and bit me on the back while a group of us were running away.

I got home crying and my dad took me back to confront the owner. According to my dad, we were standing in his yard and he had the dog on a leash. He tried to explain that his dog was friendly and let go of the leash. The first thing the dog did was come over and bite my wrist. (I do remember that part!)

Apparently 5-year-old me was bacon flavored or something.