I must have made roughly two visits to a farm as a child, and I'm fairly sure they were both the kind with bouncy castles.
My memories of the experience? Manure, bouncing, scary animals and the abiding thought they would soon all die for a purpose of which I wasn't entirely sure.
As a city-dwelling youth who quite possibly may not have been able to tell you that bacon came from a pig, food provenance was as far removed from my mind as the possibility of an electronic world wide web.
