It wasn't a pig farm, it was a slaughter house. They killed the pigs in Saturday mornings so I usually woke up with the screaming of the pigs. Sometimes the pigs broke free and appeared near my house, so I went running to hide under my bed.
Maybe those pigs traumatized me or something because I've always felt some passion for farm animals. About 75% of my nicknames have been pig or cow related.
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