I always know exactly where my stories take place which gives me something certain so I can use my imagination for the other stuff. I worry though who wants to keep reading stories about Kalamazoo?
When I was little we lived on 8 acres and my mom had a horse. But when I was 7 my mom kicked my dad out and then in order to feed us five kids she got critters cheap or for free and raised them for food. We milked a cow raised chickens pigs and beef cattle. We heated our one-story house with wood and stayed cold all winter.