Hard work, wonderful life
I was a city boy, but spent six summers working on my grandparents' farm. It was hard work, removing stones from the fields, pulling bull thistles with your hands, hauling milk from the barn to the cooling room, baling hay and straw an packing it in the lofts. It built character as well though, I learned to drive at age ten, I learned to care for the animals and I learned the value of hard work. It is an experience I wouldn't trade for anything
I've only lived on a "funny farm", but then I divorced him.
Ask old McDonald im no farmer
Far from everything, smelly, poor cell reception and your nearest friend 50 miles away.