When I first started to date my spouse, my future in laws would kid me about being a hick since I grew up outside The City, which they did to, they were just a lot closer. They would joke that I grew up with farm animals. I grew up in suburbia just like them. Though I do recall one time a cow walking down our street but had no idea where it had come from, it was differently a confusing event. Other than that, contact with farm animals was as rare occurrence for them as it was for me. Plus my spouse did get hit by a hay truck when they were six years old on their street; never saw a hay truck where I grew up. Finally there are towns near them that are named Hicksville and Muttontown, so I rest my case. Ok, I do want a Cabin In The Woods, but that makes me a hermit, not a hick.