Cookies in my Pocket

After being adopted at the age of 7, I grew up on a very large farm complete with a 9-acre lake. One day while exploring, I came upon a baby raccoon in the drainpipe that ran from the lake. Not seeing the mama raccoon, I picked him up and brought him home with me. He turned out to be a very good pet and every time I went out to his pen I would take him cookies. He would reach right in my pocket and take those cookies, run to his water bowl, wash them off and eat them right up. I had many pets and animals that I took care of. I still miss those simple days.