I suppose certain aspects are probably true, though. Actually I was born in the deep mountains, in West Virginia, in a cabin reminescent of Cold Mountain---no electricity, no running water (no plumbing); raised most all of our food by the land; the animals were my playmates; nature was my earliest classroom; washed the clothes down by the creek; visited the neighbors on Sunday. It was my grandmother's place. It was the most content and happiest time. Often I hoed corn all day...or potatoes. Could put a decent meal on the table by 8yrs. of age.