I was born and raised in Milwaukee, but my Mom and all the other Aunties would farm us kids out to Aunt Alice’s farm for the summer school break.
It really was an awesome childhood to have the best of both worlds. Milwaukee used to be a safe, awesome city to raise your family. My Uncles were all Cops or Firefighters or worked for Miller Brewing.
Some of my City Cousins didn’t take to Farm Life as readily as others. We had the same situation when we had Veal for dinner one night and my Mean Country Boy Cousins told little Georgie that he was eating the veal calf he’d been tending all these weeks. It was pretty traumatic for him.
Georgie got his revenge, though. One of the mean boys was ‘accidentally’ pushed and fell through the trap door in the floor of the barn - right into the manure pit. ;)
I don't know about you, but I'm ready for Aunt Alice's Farm!