Quote by Rachel McAdams

I think one thing that kids who grow up on farms really have going for them is they have exposure to death and birth in a totally different way. I think it takes away a little bit of the mystery and a little bit of the fear, and I do wish I had that. And I wish I was able to grow my own food.


I think one thing that kids who grow up on farms really have

Summary

This quote highlights the unique experience of children growing up on farms. The exposure to the circle of life on a farm, witnessing both birth and death, offers a profound understanding and acceptance of these natural processes. This exposure takes away some of the fear and mystery surrounding life and death, something that the speaker wishes to have had. Growing their own food is also seen as a valuable skill, potentially fostering a sense of self-sufficiency and connection to nature. Overall, this quote expresses a desire to have the hands-on experiences and knowledge gained from being raised on a farm.

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By Rachel McAdams
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