Fon Du Lac, Wi. Which right now I'm almost ashamed to admit. After parents split, I was three, I ended up in NJ, not so nice, and on to PA which I love.
First I lived in the country with a collie dog named Lady. She would walk my sister to the one room school house down the road in the morning and would go to walk her home after school. We had cows in the back yard and picked apples from the back of dads pick up. That was a childhood of freedom to roam the woods and discover the world on our own terms. It really helped to make me independent.
This is a great thread.