I grew up a Midwest kid. I know, that’s quite a bombshell to drop on you on this random Wednesday. More than that, I grew up a Midwest kid, living out in the cornfields surrounding a town of about 1,100 people. You understand, we didn’t actually live IN a cornfield, we lived in a lovely farmhouse (or a circa 1940′s schoolhouse) nestled within the cornfields in farm country, Illinois (the “s” is silent, people, SILENT!).
“A schoolhouse?”, you say. Yes, but that is another story for another day.
Sis likes to tell people we are “Children of the Corn” just to see the look on their faces and to make them slightly uncomfortable. This is her:
Doesn’t she just look like a pot-stirrer?! That sweet, innocent-looking one with the dimples is me. I don’t know who that good-lookin’ boy is . . . just kidding, it’s my Bro.
There are many puns readily available to you (and others who think they’re SO witty) when you grow up in the corn.
We were “Corn-fed”.
Maybe that’s why we’re so “Corny”.
You’re “a few kernels short of a good ear”.
Oh, how the list goes on and on (and on).
For me & my sibs, being “Children of the Corn” means you grow up with a keen sense of home, small town values (a good thing, by the way, and a RARE commodity these days*), an excellent work ethic, a “Golden Rule” approach to life and never one single, solitary urge to murder every adult in town or participate in a cult that worships a malevolent force in aforementioned cornfields . . . not even one.
Yeah . . . we “Corn Children” . . . we’re pretty much AWESOME!
Love ya, my Sibs!
:D’anne
*I just love saying “these days” in a public arena. It makes me feel so old-school, so down-home, so back-to-the-basics, so . . . Republican! ;D
No joke, in college I dated a guy who as a kindegarten was an extra in the movie! Pretty sure he used his early childhood fame to pick up chicks :)
Corn fed not corn bred!! Bravo little sheep for traveling over the Mi crooked letter crooked letter, i, humpback humpback i. Have the sheep stopped scraming clarice??
Just for clarification there are no Piggly Wigglys in the midwest just you odd floridians and Georgians engage in that retail therapy. We had Ben Franklin and pet and hardware stores locally owned and Farm &Fleet. Sorry D , children of the corn sounds a bit eerie and corn is prickly