I was, and am still at heart, a country kid. Some of my fondest childhood memories are from grandma's farm, where I used to crawl around in the hay loft, looking for newborn kittens, and splash in the shallow water in the nearby lake. There was and old mill in the property, too, and we kids were strictly forbidden from going there alone, which of course meant it was our favorite playground. Another defining point of my younger days is that I was right from the start the sort of kid who was perfectly happy being alone, with only my imagination for company. I had about a truckload of toy animals that I played with, acting out long, complex stories (as complex as a kid can come up with, anyhow) and I could draw, and later read for hours on end without any interference.