I grew up next to a wooded reservation. I loved exploring and just bombing around the woods on the trails with my bike. One day, I came upon a raccoon. I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I figured I'd try to catch it so I went back to my house to get a paper bag. I went back to find the raccoon trying to climb up a stone bridge over a small creek. In one hand, I held the bag. In the other, a stick I tried to use to force the raccoon into the bag. The raccoon, of course, chose not to cooperate and it hissed at me. I got scared and booked it out of there. Obviously, I'm lucky I didn't get rabies but it's one of those vivid memories from our youth that we always remember.