“Amy was basically raised on a farm! Weren’t you?” my co-worker turns to me with a beaming smile.
My own smile freezes as I try and think of how my very suburban life could ever be construed as being “raised on a farm.”
“Ahhh, not really. I live in a subdivision,” I finally say.
She nods as though I have just confirmed her point. “Well, I was raised in the inner city of Milwaukee, so we basically come from opposite ends of a spectrum.”
I suppose if you really don’t live anywhere near grass, a subdivision could seem like a farm. Maybe?