Half of my childhood was spent living on my grandparent's farm. There were a total of 6 families living there at the time. I think it was probably hard for the adults, but as kids we LOVED it. There was always someone to play with and so many places to explore. Then after a fued between some of the family, everyone moved (except my grandparents and great aunt and uncle - my grandpa's brother and my grandma's sister who happened to marry each other - don't ya just love small towns!)
Growing up on a farm helped me learn to work hard. My first paying job (around 10 or 11 yrs old) was "walking beans." For you non-farm folks, that means walking up and down each row and pulling the weeds (this was obviously before Round-Up-Ready beans were developed!) It involved getting up before the sun (around 4 am), riding my bike out to the farm (sometimes as far as 15 miles), and then walking and pulling weeds till it was too hot to move (around 1-2 pm). It was hard work, but the pay was good. I made $5.00 an hour (gasp! - but that was about 3 dollars more than minimum wage at that time - okay now I am feeling old!)
I worked that job every summer until I was old enough to get a "real" job. I have to say that I completely understand the punishment God gave Adam (and the rest of us) - "and the earth shall bring forth thistles, briars, and noxious weeds to torment and afflict man..." Weeds are definately an affliction, but I am thankful for the opportunity I had to learn to work hard and for the wonderful satisfaction you feel when you look back on a field and see no more weeds. As usual, Heavenly Father knew exactly what He was doing.