I grew up in the country. There were four houses in a row filled with relatives-aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, dogs, cats, and then my family too. My cousins and I had fields and pastures, creeks and barns to play and pretend in. Our focal point was an old chicken coop which the adults gutted and then filled with the remains of an abandoned one-room schoolhouse. This included desks, chalkboards, and boxes of books. If I wasn't reading books in that chicken coop by my favorite authors-Laura Ingalls Wilder more...
