I guess I never really mentioned it before. I don't mind at all tho! I had some tough times there when I was young. I lived in Allens Mills Pensylvania for the first 20 or so years of my life. I was born in Brookville, went to high school in DuBois.
Allens Mills... you're not likely to find it on any map. It's mostly a community of farmers and my father owned a slaughterhouse in the middle of it all. We (Allens Mills) used to have a gas station but it shut down in the 70's. I can still remember going there to get candy when I was little. After it shut down the next nearest one was about 7 miles away. Nearest real town was about 8 or 10 miles away. My bus ride to school took an hour and a half. That sucked.
I grew up in the boonies in coal country. A lot of old, neglected buildings and stuff and dilapidated towns. It was depressing. Lots of history tho. We had our own well, a couple of acres and a slaughterhouse with holding pens right on property. I was born into the business. My grandfather was a butcher, my dad was a butcher, so I started working in the slaughterhouse when I was 12 years old. That's something that I hated and am grateful for at the same time. That trade supported me and my family for the last 35 years.
Think about it, you're 12 years old and all your friends are playing ball and having fun. I'm in a slaughterhouse, shoveling shit, blood and guts, cleaning the guts, salting hides... I hated it, but it was what I knew. I finally had enough with the corporate bs that comes with managing a butcher shop for a big grocery chain and got out. Home inspection, here I come!