Cookies in my Pocket

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>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.</span></p>