I was 6 years old and in the first grade at Fries Ave school in my home town of Wilmington,California. It was a small town with 3 elementary schools K through 6 and high school 7 through 12. In the back side of the school yard we had a little pet farm which had a duck, chickens and a baby goat. I really liked the little farm so........my Mother came to pick me up from school on Friday afternoon and lo and behold there I was standing on the sidewalk with a baby goat (about 4 weeks old which is called a kid) and she immediately went to the teacher and asked what I was doing with the goat. The teacher then stated I had asked my parent's permission to take the goat home for the weekend and care for it--honestly I can not affirm this. My mother was gracious about it (I think she had never seen a animal like this as she was a city girl) and was given baby bottles filled with milk and told to feed it every 3-4 hours and keep it warm at night and have it back to school on Monday morning. I was the happiest little girl in the world. We lived on the main street in my small town and this was going to be FUN. During the day I got to walk and play with the "Baby" and lead it with a rope around the block. Fed it during the day with the bottle and forgot about it when I went to bed at night. What I didn't know was my parents kept it in the laundry room at night and got up and fed it the bottle every time it "cried" . Post note-they took it back to school on Monday.