Just because you are a Southerner, it does not mean that you grew up in the country. Growing up in the country is a badge of honor not just across the South. My husband is proud to say that he grew up in a county with more cows than people. That was in New York. I never considered myself to have grown up in the country. We were town people; small town people granted, but we were just a couple of miles from the grocery store. I do remember one thing from childhood that made me feel as though we might be from the country. During elementary school, I remember being on lock down because a bull was running loose. I really need help defining "growing up in the country." Do you have to drive more than 20 minutes to get to a real grocery store? Is your pet a pig? Do you know how to milk a cow? I have witnessed the wringing of chickens' necks by one of my grandmothers. That would probably be a check mark in the country column, as well as a traumatic childhood memory. I'm pretty sure the other grandmother fed us rabbit one time, calling it chicken. That may be a check mark as well. You tell me.