In 1993, I moved from the medium sized city of Chillicothe, Ohio, to Porter Hollow Road, a small one lane road outside of Frankfort, Ohio (pop 2,000) surrounded on both sides by big hills, trees and meadows. I didn't have the greatest childhood, we moved out there after my mother married for the third time, I had been abused (not by my mother, and I haven't ever told anyone about it) at least three times, and I had never really spent much time in the country. I was used to being in a school of over...