I miss the farm in Nebraska where I lived when I was four. It was in the absolute middle of nowhere, with nothing but never-ending corn fields and cow pastures in every direction as far as the eye could see. We had a small, white, country church on one side of the house where my dad preached, and an old graveyard on the other side. The best part about having lived there, is that it almost feels like I lived in 1930s America for that short time of my life, because the only signs of civilization around were rusty old antique cars and junk that had been abandoned on the side of the road; plus I was always listening to old records of songs from 1930s and '40s Disney films, which only adds to the effect of these memories seeming like they took place in an older era. Very hauntological really. I pretty much spent my days catching frogs and chasing the chickens around; great times for a four-year-old. Sometimes when we were out driving, a stray cow would start chasing our car down the gravel road; you could almost hear the banjo music playing in the background, fucking perfect. It was all so old timey... I don't think we even had a tv that year... or if we did, I never had any need to watch it...
We got to visit the place one more time when I was 10 or so, but the farm, church, and graveyard were flattened by a tornado a year later.