I grew up surrounded by two farms and their fields. My earliest memories are of our mongrel dog running around and cows looking in the window while we ate our tea.
I grew up in a neighborhood that was surrounded by farms. There was a horse farm behind me and dairy farms on either side.
I remember, as a kid, I'd follow the rooster and the chickens and watch what type of grass they'd eat. And me and my friends would eat that grass, like that was our lunch.
I was brought up in a very open, rural countryside in the middle of nowhere. There were no cell phones. If your lights went out, you were lit by candlelight for a good four days before they can get to you. And so, my imagination was crazy.
I grew up in New Hampshire. My closest neighbor was a mile away. The deer and the raccoons were my friends. So I would spend time walking through the woods, looking for the most beautiful tropical thing that can survive the winter in the woods in New Hampshire.
The older I get, the more I appreciate my rural childhood. I spent a lot of time outdoors, unsupervised, which is a blessing.
I think I spent my whole childhood diving out of haylofts with my BB gun and coming out shooting.
I was born on a pig farm in Norfolk. We grew up in the city called Norwich in Norfolk, then I moved to London when I was thirteen.
I grew up on a farm playing backyard footie in my bare feet.
I grew up in the woods; we were either on three-wheelers or four-wheelers or we were playing basketball.
I grew up like a lot of country boys and girls do - amongst the pine trees, dirt roads, farms, mules and people who were real.
My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.
I'm from Kansas, so there were a lot of vacant lots and open fields to tackle each other in so we could avoid tackling each other on the street. But running on the street and trying not to get taken down on the concrete, that will make you fast, that's for sure.
I was a typical farm boy. I liked the farm. I enjoyed the things that you do on a farm, go down to the drainage ditch and fish, and look at the crawfish and pick a little cotton.
I came from the Sticks, literally. I grew up in Oglethorpe County, Georgia, just outside Athens, Georgia.
My youth held little forecast of a career in biomedical research. I was born on February 22, 1936, in York, Pennsylvania, and spent my childhood in a rural area on the west bank of the Susquehanna River.
What I remember the most really was just running wild there. Barefooted, swimming in dirty lakes, selling fruit, picking mango trees, hoping not to get caught because they don't take kindly to thieves in Africa.
I was very physical as a child - we lived on a smallholding, and I was always outside making mud pies or building structures up trees.
I grew up in the New Zealand countryside. We didn't have television until I was 14, so sing-alongs were our only entertainment.
I was born in 1940 in Minnesota and grew up in the country... dirt roads, swamps, lakes, woods.
I grew up in the countryside, so I had quite a feral life up until the age of about fourteen.
I have great childhood memories cow-tipping, going off and getting lost in the bog for hours, and coming home covered in dirt.
We go fish, we also catch fighting fish, looking for birds and it was for kampong people, the paddy field was our the play field for the children.
Miss Caroline seemed unaware that the ragged, denim-shirted and floursack-skirted first grade, most of whom had chopped cotton and fed hogs from the time they were able to walk, were immune to imaginative literature.
I grew up, really, in the country.When I was a kid there were three country stores, a railroad depot, and a post office.
