I grew up, or at least grew older, on a farm in the Acadian country of Louisiana.
Farm boys spend their idle time speaking of many things.
In fact, the teacher could generally be cajoled into sharing his or her wisdom on the merits of the neighborhood's new mechanical mule. I recall the excitement, when on a bus ride home, I noticed that my neighbor a few houses removed had purchased a new Farmall tractor. Farm boys notice that sort of thing. And I marveled at its beauty. At home, I hurriedly leaped from the bus and plowed into the house to share this breaking news with my father.