Back in college I rented an older farm house-- 7 acres, small orchard, small barn, horses at the back fence, 3 fireplaces (we burned hardwood pallets from a local business that practically paid me to haul them off, but that's a story for another thread), the works... it was pretty terrific digs.
My roomie taught Sunday school in an inner-city church. He had the kids over one Sunday afternoon. They had a blast, running amok, marveling at our bizarre-to-them rural life. Eventually, though, they all wanted to know why we lived out in the country-- one even asked if we did b/c it's all we could afford!
We tried to describe the satisfaction of simpler life, but we were speaking a foreign language, apparently. They all agreed they'd never live out there b/c "if something went down, nobody would be around."
We tried explaining that the most awful thing that ever "went down" was the raccoons occasionally getting into the trash ...precisely b/c nobody
was around. That answer was in a foreign language too, they would not be dissuaded.
And that's fine by me. I'm ok w/ being "nuts."
-Eric.