Actually, I was a Fresh-air kid, I'm guessing I was 8-10 years old if I remember correctly. My mom wanted me off the streets of Brooklyn, East New York ( Good Fella's territory ) bad place back then. I was sent to farms and learned what real life was all about. I really took to it and really like the hard work, also learned how to take care of the animals, where real milk came from and how to get it. Learned how a hay bailer worked and how to stack it, made my own butter and ice cream, it was great ! It was only one of us street kids to each farm, it would have been trouble to put two of us together as we were always scheming, as far as we knew, that was the way of the world. It probably saved my life as I learned there is another way, though I am still rough around the edges with the worst part being, I never say it in a politically correct way, oh well, I'm hoping to become more subdued in my old age but, still waiting for it to happen.