Many, many years ago when my oldest two children were little, we lived on the edge of a cotton field just outside of Memphis. We had two kids, one car, and few neighbors. Almost every day I would take the kids on the 3/4 of a mile walk down the gravel road to the mail box in hopes of hearing from the latest editor to whom I had sent a submission.
Life was simple. Because we had no car during my husband's work hours, there was no where to go; with our very limited budget, there was nothing to buy.