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Hi my name is Brooklyn Wilson and I live in small cottage in San hose,West Virginia we raise a small ranch so I am I am considered a ranch girl. I wake up every morning and look at the beautiful sunrise and put on my boots and go check on the animals the grass is damp my feet are cold the cows are loud the chickens are ready to be let out of there coop I collect eggs and fill up there food. I milk the cow boy that fresh milk in morning taste delicious especially withe farm fresh eggs. I have the freshest eggs in San Jose I joke. My mother says the last is the best because well I don't know she just tells me that in the morning every day how the hec am I suppose to know I am just 10 years old. But toady is a special day it only happens once a year market day I get to be in charge of are stand I can not wait we are selling everything we grow well collect the animals get a shoutout for there great hard work to produce a lot of are prouducts. Market day is tomorrow. I am going to have to get a good night sleep so I can wake up bright and early. Toady is the day the day we go to the market and setup off we go here we are it is freezing outside I am tired I tell pmy dad as we drive off to the market day place. I am getting goose bumps I tell my dad my dad is silent. The person in charge says 5 minutes till the market opens I am so exited 5 minutes have passed and costumers start walking up most of moms devious chocolate chip cookies are sold we are so busy. Dad said I could have all the money we make. That could be in the hundreds we all ready have 54 with sales bombing and are