My grandparents were farmers, or rather, farm operators. They owned a big house in a rural small village ( 30 residents) and several fields around.

About 30 years ago, when my great-grandmother was still alive, in the summer I cleaned the pigsty, helped with the rabbits, chickens... and this huge fucking potato field... fortunately I'm not a farmer.

Dad's a retired farmer. I spent 20+ years working on the farm. Cows, turkeys, sheep for a bit, alfalfa fields, the whole deal. Loved it at times, hated it at times. We slowly transitioned into metal fabrication, which I enjoyed more. There is something to be said about working outside though.

I have a yard with vegetables and fruit, but it qualifies me more as a gardener.

I grew up on a small specialty farm, I have fond memories of growing up in what felt like the wilderness but it was also very isolated, no other kids around really. We eventually moved so I'd be closer to better schools and more people.

Well, while I'm not a farmer, my whole family is, I come from a rural city and most of my family that still lives there owns or works at a farm, I always thought of it being pretty cool.

Oh, my grandpa was a farm-animal vet! (Also domestic animals, but if you worked in a rural city, and you didn't tend to farm animals, you were just trolling)

Not from a working farm, but grew up on a homestead. We had chickens, ducks, turkeys, pigs, fields & greenhouses for vegetables, a herb garden, berry bushes, fruit trees, bartered with our neighbours for milk from their cows, churned our own butter etc. We even had a forest next to the property where we'd pick mushrooms and berries. It was honestly a great place to grow up. My partner often says my childhood stories sound like they're from before the industrialisation. :D

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